The Bound Between Us

Chapter 707

After Monica left, the hospital room felt quiet.

Alisa carefully ladled some chicken soup into a bowl and handed it to Jason. "What about February 14th? That's when we plan to move Will's grave. My dad consulted a fortune teller, and they said it would be good for Isla's future." Daniel and Malia often had health issues and were no strangers to hospital visits throughout the year. Recently, Malia had a dream where her son appeared to her, asking for his grave to be moved.

Jason's face was unreadable. "Whatever you decide is fine," he said. After all, he was an outsider to the Brown family. He had no say in their plans to move their son's grave.

"Alright," Alisa replied gently. "You'll be able to leave the hospital next week. My mom thinks it's best if you stay with us while you recover. Living alone isn't convenient, and if something happens, no one would know."

"No need," Jason replied. "My mom's coming to Riverdale next week; she'll look after me." Jason's parents had retired to their hometown in the countryside, unaware of his injury. He was using his mother as an excuse.

If Alisa insisted on him staying with the Brown family, he'd have no choice but to call his mother to Riverdale.

knew Jason

him, cooking, cleaning, attending Isla's parent-teacher meetings as his partner. They

approached him with a pouty face. "Papa Jason, are you upset with Mom? I don't want you two to fight. We're

and Alisa were a family. He regretted allowing Isla to call him Papa Jason. "Isla, no, I'm not upset with your mom. I'm just a bit tired and need to rest." Turning to Alisa,

replied with understanding. She knew Jason's intentions; he was beginning to distance himself from her and Isla. After years of

face in the hallway, a

a strong bond. He's

misunderstanding about her relationship with Jason slide. "My husband's craving ribs, so I'm heading home

old lady chuckled,

been in the hospital for a few days, and Alisa had visited daily, becoming familiar with the neighbors. Alisa enjoyed being called Mrs. Brown. She was gentle with everyone, embodying the image of

a similar complexion and average looks. Compliments on her appearance were