Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Chapter 16 She was stimulated five years ago.

When Dixon came to the hospital the next day, the attending physician of Sonia had changed. When he saw Dixon, he called him, handed over some report materials to him. He sighed and said, "Mr. Borris, your wife's condition is not very good..."

With no reason, he didn't explain the true relationship between them. The doctor continued, "She has severe depression, and she must have encountered great stimulation. Mr. Borris, have you... and your wife had anything happened before?"

Dixon looked at the report in his hand. His fingers were even hurt by this thin paper.

His throat was sour, as if a ball of cotton blocked in it. It took him a long time to say, "No... no."

"Well, alas." The attending doctor took off his glasses and wiped them. "She can't be cured only by taking medicine. We checked and found that she already has a treatment record, but she didn't take medicine on time. She takes medicine to restrain herself when she reacts.

It can't be cured in this way. She doesn't cooperate with the treatment in her heart... Mr. Borris, it may take a long time. Do you know what your wife likes best?"

The doctor's last words froze Dixon.

What does... Sonia like best?

He didn't know it at all.

Dixon felt that he could no longer communicate with the doctor. He said a few words casually and left. When he left, he still thought of the doctor's words-

"Your wife should have experienced some bad things. Mr. Borris, if you know the truth, I hope you can tell us, so that we can customize the treatment plan... Your wife is in a bad healthy condition. You know, the scars on her hand are not hurt in a moment. Her hand is full of new injuries and old injuries. The latest injury... was two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago... the day was so close!

How many times did she hurt herself about the scars on her arm?

He can't believe she has always had the habit of self-harm.

When the pressure was too great for her to bear, she held the knife and stabbed her wrist in the middle of the night.

Sonia disguised herself under her proud appearance. She was no longer the proud lady five years ago. Her soul has already been fragmented, and the rest was just her obsession.

Dixon did not dare to think more. He went back to the door of the ward of Sonia, tossing and turning. For the first time, he had the idea of escaping.

He was... afraid to face a woman, his ex-wife-a murderer who was sent to prison by himself five years ago.

Sonia killed Maria, but now she lives such a life. Dixon feels that he should be happy.

But when he saw her, he was clearly not happy. He always felt that he was the chief culprit who hurt her like this.

Dixon stood at the door for a long time with pale face, but he finally didn't enter the ward.

He turned to the other end of the corridor and took out his mobile phone.

"It's me."

The man put the other hand in his pocket, and his tall and straight figure is like a beautiful picture. Even in

the hospital, countless little nurses secretly looked at him and guessed his identity.

during the five years when

and said that sentence.

to doubt it, but he had to verify this thing. "I suspect that someone

...

by Dixon in the afternoon. When he got on the car, he sighed and

won't run away. At best, I'll

you can come to see me once a month. I

the flower bed with his

he recognize him

is his

hadn't identified the father-son relationship between them,

son.

road to the hospital, and then said, "Little bastard, is it your

sighing for himself, or

"Mr. Borris..."

"Call me Dad!"

Mr. Borris... you

"Call me Dad!"

stammered this name. He was not used to it. His face turned red. "You... don't

used to it after you call

better. When he heard this little

"I am your father. Is there

you never cared about me since I

you so well that I only

about when my mommy

you even know that my mommy was

the steering wheel trembled a

was even unable to answer the question from a five-year-old

that Sonia was pregnant, maybe... he wouldn't have sent her into the prison

didn't express them. Almost soon, these emotions disappeared. When his eyes blinked and opened again, he was still Mr. Morris, who was

at the scenery flashing outside the window. He suddenly asked, "This

the road in a few days. Dixon cleared his throat and said, "It's the way to

"Hospital?"

bright-minded. He asked carefully, "Is something wrong with my

so smart? It's

good genes. It's his ability to have such a clever son. He was

to fix Victor's clothes. Only at this moment, Victor felt Dixon was his father, but what he did was for the sake of

look at him more. After all, a five-year-old child was actually happy when he

to him. Maybe he can help Dixon chase Mommy if Dixon behaves well in

said, "Do you know that your mommy has

didn't want to mention these heavy topics in front of Victor. But he remembered that the

irritate my

Sure enough, he

he knew that his

young age, he can