NovelEnglishBut his illness made him restless and hard to soothe. He squirmed in Melissa's hold and even called out for Marcus in his sleep.
By the time it neared ten at night, Melissa, feeling at her wits’ end, pulled out her phone. “How about we call Daddy so you can talk to him?” she suggested, hoping to lift his spirits.
At the mention of his dad, Matthew perked up, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMelissa hesitated for a moment before dialing Marcus’ number.
After a brief wait, Marcus’ slightly raspy voice came through. “Hey, what's going on?” Melissa took a moment before replying, “Matthew's asking to speak with you... Do you have a moment?”
Her voice was tentative, filled with hope.
Leaning against the marble countertop of a fancy club, Marcus couldn't help but sneer. “What are you trying to say, Miss Brown? You think I'm caught up in something, huh?” Though Marcus seemed relaxed, his tone dripped with sarcasm.
Melissa, not wanting to escalate things, replied softly, “Can't we just talk like normal people? Marcus... We may have gone our separate ways, but that doesn't mean we have to be enemies, alright?” She was worried Matthew might overhear and therefore kept her voice low.
Marcus paused, taking in her words.
Then, with an even chiller tone, he asked, “And why would | agree to that?” Melissa felt her patience wearing thin but managed to keep her cool.
Taking a deep breath, she gathered herself before saying, “I'm going to hand the phone to Matthew.” This time, Marcus didn't resist.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Matthew received the phone from Melissa, he glanced at his hand connected to the IV drip. With a voice full of sorrow, he asked, “Daddy, where are you? Why haven't you visited me? I'm sick, and it really hurts...
If you don't show up at the hospital, | will be really upset” Marcus’ brow furrowed, and he felt a pang in his heart at those words.
Despite any issues between him and Melissa, he knew he couldn't let that impact Matthew. In a soft, soothing tone, he inquired, “Where are you, buddy? Hand the phone to mommy, please.” Matthew, teary-eyed, handed the phone to Melissa, saying, “Daddy wants to talk to you." Melissa let out a soft sigh upon hearing this.
As she took the phone, Marcus’ voice came through, asking, “What hospital are you at? Text me the address. I'l come immediately.” Without thinking, Melissa responded, “You don't have to. It's already.
late... Maybe you can visit Matthew tomorrow.”
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