Bride of Mr.Billion

Bella‘s POV: | squatted down, grabbed Lucas‘s arm nervously, and asked, “Are you hurt? And is your head injury serious?”

Lucas smiled and replied, “Mommy, it turns out that you care so much about me.” Hearing this, I didn‘t know how to respond. After all, the results of the examination hadn‘t come out yet.

“I just got a layer of skin peeled on my head, but my dad is miserable. His arm is broken!” As he spoke, he turned around and raised his little hand to touch Herbert‘s arm which had been cast. I slowly stood up and glanced at Herbert‘s arm. There was no emotion in my eyes. The wounded Connor said, “I’m sorry, Miss Stepanek. We had a car accident on our way here. Just now. Mr. Wharton and Lucas went to the hospital for a simple dressing. That‘s why we are late.” I held Lucas’s hand and said lightly, “Since it‘s nothing serious, I‘ll take Lucas to draw blood.”

I took Lucas‘s hand and walked inside. Lucas looked back at Herbert again and again and shouted, “Daddy, wait for me obediently!”

Herbert waved his hand at Lucas.

I took Lucas‘s hand and came to the window where they drew blood. I turned around, squatted down, and said to him with a smile, “Lucas, don‘t cry later when you‘re getting your blood drawn!” However, Lucas was like a little adult. He raised his arm and said, “Daddy said that I am a man. Not only can I not cry when my blood is drawn, but I also have to protect Mommy!” Hearing this, I pursed my lips and smiled. I reached out to touch Lucas‘s head and praised him, “You‘re such a good boy!” I had to admit that Herbert did educate Lucas well. He was very brave and gentle. If he was really my son, I would be overwhelmed. Then, I carried Lucas and sat in front of the window. When the nurse took out the long needle, she felt that Lucas trembled obviously. I covered Lucas‘s eyes with my hand and handed his arm to the nurse. When the needle pierced into Lucas‘s tender arm, I also turned my face away. I had always been strong, but I couldn’t bear to look at it at this moment.

the alcohol cotton ball from the nurse‘s hand and pressed it on Lucas‘s wound. At this moment, I heard Lucas‘s childish voice. “Mommy. why are you crying?” “I‘m not crying.” I quickly wiped away my tears. “You‘re obviously crying. Mommy, you lied. You‘re not a good girl.” Lucas‘s plump little hand wrapped around my neck “Mommy‘s heart aches that you‘ve been pricked by a needle.” I

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said

laugh or cry. I had fallen

my turn to

I came to the row chair with Lucas and sat down. Lucas‘s little chubby hand pressed the needle hole on my arm with an alcohol cotton ball. “The cotton ball needs to be pressed for a minute. Otherwise, it‘s very likely that blood will

this, I

this child gone through to say such a thing? My heart hurt as if someone had pricked it

and Klein came to

not? At this time, Herbert was

“Yes.” I nodded.