NovelEnglishChapter 146 Tiffany waved a hand. "I don't want it. Thanks." She felt like vomiting again before even finishing the sentence. All she could think of was how the boy had thrown the wriggling caterpillar into his mouth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe shut her eyes and asked, "Whose kid was that?" "Carrie Simpson, one of our maids." William paused. "Why do you ask?" Tiffany suppressed the urge to heave. "He looks like he's only seven or eight. Why was he..." "Carrie took too much medication when she was pregnant, so it affected the baby's growth. He's been like this since birth-he's not too intelligent and is even a little... retarded," William said. When he noticed how pale she looked, he held her steady. "Are you okay, Tiff? Why did you becpaler?" She shook her head and continued asking, "Didn't Carrie do any tests back then? Didn't she do an anomaly scan to see whether everything was okay?" "According to her, the tests didn't show anything. Sometimes, these tests and scans aren't 100% accurate. There've been many cases of misdiagnoses." Tiffany bit her lip. She didn't know how to describe how she currently felt.
Perhaps it would be better not to bring a child into the world if one already knew how it would turn out. Still, fate was unpredictable. Carrie hadn't had a choice, and neither had her son.
Tiffany stood before the window. Even from a distance, she could see the little boy digging around in the garden. "Have swater." William appeared beside her.
"Thanks." She accepted the glass.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWilliam glanced outside before turning back to look at Tiffany. "Carrie tried to send the boy to an orphanage, but the situation there was too horrible. All the children there were disabled or deformed in sway.
"She ultimately couldn't bring herself to abandon her duties as a parent, so she brought the boy back to raise him herself. She's worked for us for years my mother pitied her and allowed her to bring the boy to work with her." William paused, then continued, "He usually plays by himself in the garden. We're all used to it by now. Don't be too bothered by him. He's just another pitiful soul." His words moved Tiffany. She couldn't help softening her tone. "Mrs. Lewis is a nice person." "What about me?" He looked at her. "Am I not nice?" Tiffany avoided his gaze. "We can't go back to how we used to be, William." "We can." William held her shoulders and turned her to face him. "I made a huge mistake, Tiff. And it's precisely because of that that I know how important you are to me. make sure to appreciate you fully in the future. Will you givea chance, please?" She didn't say anything. He continued, "You and your sister have been through too much in the early days of your lives. Will you allowto protect and shield you from now on?
"I'll treat you and the baby well. I'll be a good husband and father. I know you've always wanted a peaceful steady life As long as you're with me, I'll give you everything I have." "William, I-" Before Tiffany could get any further, William pulled her into his arms. He held her tightly as he said, "Tiff..." She wanted to push him away, but he whispered, "Vince is watching us." Tiffany stiffened. Vincent was watching them?
William frowned in displeasure at her stiffness. He rubbed her back gently Wely and said, "I'll treat you well, Tiff. We'll have a happy family. You don't want the baby to grow@p without a father, right?"
After a brief moment of stiffness, Tiffany decided against pushingm William away. The thought of Vincent watching them made her hold herself back. "Mr. Lewis?" Suddenly, Eric appeared out of nowhere, shattering the silence.
Tiffany took the opportunity to push William away. He caught her hand and held it tightly.
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