Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Divorced but Delighted Chapter 285

Chapter 285 But What Can I Do?

Dr. Charles knew that Freddy was just trying to make fun of him and ease the atmosphere, so he didn’t pretend to be angry or quarrel with him as usual.

He just smiled, and there was a look of relief on his face.

“When I was not transferred to New York, I lived in my hometown with my mother. At that time, although I didn’t have much money, my profession was decent. I lived with my mother in that era, and I still had extra money every month.

She was good at cooking, but I didn’t have time to eat when I was busy with work. She thought of a lot of ways to let me eat something. After she sent me to the hospital, she watched me finish eating.

The busiest time was during the holidays. There were many patients.

At that time, there were fewer doctors, and I was busy all night. Since I started working, I had never had dinner with my mother.

When my mother was sick, it was Christmas Day. I was still on duty in the hospital. My mother was worried that I would starve at night, so she sent me something to eat at 1 a.m. Then she suddenly fainted in the hospital, which scared me.”

Speaking of this, Dr. Charles raised the corner of his mouth and forced a smile.

If there was wine on the table at this time, Dr. Charles would have drunk it.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else in front of him except for food.

He looked at the dishes with red eyes. “I’ve saved a lot of people in my life, and I’m respectfully called a good doctor. But I can’t even save my own mother…”

Dr. Charles couldn’t control his emotions any longer. Tears streamed down his face.

They all kept silent.

It was so quiet that only Dr. Charles’s heavy so bs could be heard.

it was

who raised me up alone. She was thin and skinny, and she kept asking

away, I ate a lot of

that the dishes in those restaurants were not authentic, but that they tasted different from what

by Cierra today was different from the taste

this was the most similar taste

dish that Cierra cooked today would stir up so many memories of my

reminded him

his mother’s

that he was a big shot and immersed himself

forgot to be humble, and he was

died like this, he would regret

also made Cierra

said that her dishes were not authentic. She didn’t expect this dish to have

Charles, it’s all in the past. We have to live well. People have to look forward, don’t we? You didn’t save your mother, but you can’t blame

twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head slowly, and did

passed away, and there was

longer be reborn, and those who were alive could only

usual lively self,

Dr. Charles on the shoulder and said, “Old man, Cierra is right. No matter how sad you are, it has nothing to do with you, doesn’t it? Even if you are a doctor, you

“Take it easy.”

Charles muttered. repeating what

much about it. If

laughed and he gradually became

eyes, they would

was not

he let out a sigh of relief and said, “Freddy, Don’t try to persuade me. Just like you said, we’re both

again. It was obvious that he was struggling to cheer himself

“Come on, let’s eat.”