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 because someone was hearing

I saved so many people, but I couldn’t save my mother who raised me up alone. She was thin and skinny, and she kept asking me to take

she passed away, I ate a lot of dishes, but none

those restaurants were not authentic,

Cierra today was different from the taste in his

this was the most similar

that Cierra cooked today would stir up so

reminded him of

remembered his mother’s

a big shot

almost forgot to be humble, and he was full

he really died like this, he would regret

also

just not convinced that Dr. Charles said that her dishes were not authentic. She

all in the past. We have to live well. People have to look

his mouth, shook his head slowly, and

there was

died could no longer be reborn, and those who

from his usual lively self, which

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

think too much about it. If you keep thinking about it, the

and he gradually became

his eyes, they

was not

relief and said, “Freddy, Don’t try to persuade me. Just like you said, we’re

picked up his forks again. It was obvious that he was struggling to cheer himself

“Come on, let’s eat.”