Overwhelmed with heartache, Larissa bent down and held him tightly in her arms. She rushed Aster out of the kindergarten and to the military hospital nearby, registering as an outpatient at the pediatrics department. The military hospital was usually crowded with patients, especially the pediatrics department. Aster had never had serious health issues before. He'd only had mild cases of colds and fevers that could be easily treated at home with over-the-counter medication. Larissa had hardly ever brought Aster to the hospital before, so they were unfamiliar with the anxiety of waiting in long queues to see the doctor at the hospital. She didn't mind waiting if she were the one who was sick. However, Larissa couldn't bear to wait for even a second longer when it was Aster who was ill. She feared that any delay would worsen Aster's condition. Her heart pounding, Larissa paced up and down restlessly. She wished to rush into the outpatient clinic that instant, but she knew th

In order to take care of Aster, Larissa applied to clear off all the annual leave that she accumulated in one go from the headquarters. Although chickenpox was not a life-threatening disease, it was quite a grueling experience.Fortunately, Aster was a child with self-control. When he was awake, he would never scratch the blisters even if they itched terribly. Larissa's task was to watch over Aster when he slept and make sure he did not scratch himself.Every night, she sat by Aster's bed until the sun came up. She was used to working late and pulling all-nighters, so it wasn't too hard for her initially. However, after staying up for consecutive nights, her body couldn't take the exhaustion any longer. When she came back from getting groceries, Larissa's vision went black on the way back from the supermarket. She had to sit on the ground immediately to avoid losing consciousness. After a long while, she was still too dizzy to get up. Most of the residents in this apart

"How do you know my name? Besides, were we acquainted previously? Who's my wife?" Kevan asked. Larissa was taken aback at his questions. She stared intently at Kevan, trying to determine whether he had truly lost his memory or was just pretending to be ignorant. There was a hint of confusion and a genuine desire for her answers in his eyes. Larissa averted her gaze and said calmly, "You're the pressure of Microworks Corporation. I had the privilege of meeting you once and remembered your name. It was just a slip of my tongue previously. There's nothing personal between us, and I have no idea who your wife is. I heard that you got married, that's why I was concerned that your wife would misunderstand our relationship." Wordlessly, Kevan fixed his gaze on her. Larissa couldn't discern whether he believed her words or not. Feeling guilty, she didn't dare linger any longer. "Anyway, don't follow me anymore!" With that last warning, she quickened her pace and almost ran home,

Larissa didn't have a warm welcome for Dylan when she opened the door. She stood at the door, showing no intention of letting him in. "What are you here for?" she asked. Dylan replied honestly, "Aster invited me to come over." Larissa turned around to look at the little traitor in her house. When Aster heard Dylan's voice, he exclaimed with joy, "Uncle Dylan!" He ran over to the door happily and squeezed Larissa aside. Grabbing Dylan's hand warmly, he dragged him into the house. Dylan gave Larissa a helpless glance, but he was also a little smug about Aster's fondness for him. Larissa burned with anger, but when she saw how much Aster adored Dylan, she could not bear to disappoint him and suppressed the impulse to kick Dylan out. Nonchalantly, Dylan plopped onto the sofa and placed Aster on his lap. He tenderly caressed Aster's face and inspected the spots closely, murmuring, "What a pity! Why did you have to get chickenpox?" Aster shook his head vigorously. "I'

"Smile for the camera!" Immediately, Aster grinned widely, showing all his teeth. "Do you like this toy?" Dylan asked. Aster nodded vigorously. "I love it!" "Alright, you can continue playing!" After Dylan spoke, he kept the camera rolling and fixed on Aster. It was only when he heard the door to the study open that he quickly stopped the recording. By then, more than an hour had passed. When she finished replying to all her emails, Larissa noticed that it was already late and instructed Aster to go to bed. Reluctantly, Aster packed the building blocks back into the box. After saying goodbye to Dylan, he went back to his room unwillingly. On the other hand, Dylan remained seated on the sofa leisurely, showing no signs of getting up to leave. "You should leave now." Larissa reminded him straightforwardly that he had overstayed his welcome. However, Dylan didn't move an inch, chilling on the sofa as if he were in his own home. "There's no rush," he remarked. L

The nanny Dylan recommended was called Mrs. Potts. She was from Bartham's neighboring town called Pishal. Pishal was a small backward town and the young people there liked to flock to Bartham—including Mrs. Potts' daughter. Her daughter could be seen as a capable lady. Born in a single-parent family, she counted on her own hard work to get into a good university in Bartham. After she graduated, she became hired at a good company and married a Batham local.Although the man was from Bartham, his family was only a middle-class family. The two families gave all they could to buy the married couple a house, but the couple still had to pay off the monthly mortgage themselves. Mrs. Potts' daughter was filial, and she was worried that Mrs. Potts would feel lonely back home in Pishal, so she brought Mrs. Potts to live with her after her marriage. To lessen the burden on her daughter and son-in-law, Mrs. Potts took up her old job again and became a nanny. All this was what Mrs. Potts told

Bethany's hand was also very chubby, and although it was small, her slap was very powerful. Larissa winced with pain. "Sweetheart!" A sharp female voice came from nearby. Before Larissa could straighten up, she saw someone running over out of the corner of her eye. In the next second, she was shoved to the ground forcefully. "Who are you? How dare you bully my daughter?!" The woman in front of Larissa was unreasonable, and Larissa didn't even have to look to know that it was none other than Ruby Cole. "Mommy!" Aster quickly helped Larissa up and glared angrily at Ruby. "How dare you push my mother? My mom did not bully Bethany! Apologize to my mom!""And who are you, little imbecile?" Ruby looked down her nose at Aster, her gaze filled with disdain. "Ruby, you've changed so much in the years we haven't seen each other," said Larissa with a smirk. She had her head lowered the entire time, so Ruby only saw her face clearly right then. "Larissa?!" Ruby was shocked. "Why are y

By the time they got back to Kevan's house, Ruby had already wiped the vicious expression off her face. Bethany also patted down her clothes and wiped the tears from her face. Only her swollen eyes couldn't be hidden. Ruby glared at her scornfully and said, "When Daddy asks about it later, you know what to say, don't you?"Bethany nodded hard and said loudly, "Aster pushed me on purpose and I fell down!" Only then did Ruby press the intercom. Two minutes later, Kevan's voice sounded over the intercom amidst the static, making it sound husky. "Who is it?" Ruby hurriedly put on a sweet smile and stooped to look into the camera. "Kevan, it's me."The line went silent for a few seconds before Kevan asked, "Who are you?" Ruby's expression grew awkward and she spoke in a higher pitch. "Didn't I tell you at the hospital that time? I'm your wife." "Oh." Kevan seemed to recall it. The door opened after a beep. "Come up." Ruby stepped inside happily and strode ahead with her back straigh

Bethany spoke up hastily. "The person who pushed me is Aster, the boy from my class! He's very naughty! He always bullies me!" Kevan narrowed his eyes imperceptibly and asked drily, "Really?" He sounded uninterested in the topic. Ruby gritted her teeth and secretly pinched herself, making tears well up in her eyes immediately. "Yes! He leads the other kids in the class to ostracize Bethany, so she has no friends at kindergarten. I spoke to his mother once, but she was so unreasonable! She said that being ostracized is Bethany's own fault and has nothing to do with her son!""If that's the case, then transfer her somewhere else." Kevan gave Ruby a solution effortlessly. Ruby's lips moved as if she had a lot more to say, but she ended up saying okay, suppressing all her dissatisfaction. Her most urgent mission wasn't to make Kevan strike out at Larissa and her son, but for him to accept her and Bethany. Kevan invited them into the living room. As Bethany was about to climb onto th

Ruby dragged Bethany along and left. The moment the door closed, Dylan came out of the bedroom. He tutted softly and teased, "You guys are such talented actors!" Kevan bent down and picked up the broken credit card, tossing it into the trash. "I'll sleep at your place tonight," he said. "Why?" No one knew Kevan's antics better than Dylan. If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he would never let Kevan stay at his house. "I need to disinfect this place," Kevan said and called a cleaning company to book a slot. "Won't Cody suspect something if you're being so heartless to Ruby?" asked Dylan worriedly. "Isn't that just perfect to prove that I really lost my memory?" Kevan said. He pocketed his phone with a cold smile."I need to go out for a little while. What are you going to do?" Kevan stood up and asked Dylan. "Hmm? Where are you going?" Dylan asked in confusion. "Aren't you going to wait for the cleaners?""It's still early." Kevan had booked an afternoon slot. "I'm going do