My Cruel Husband's

Your sister is sick too

"Dad, don't go first yeah,"

Truly, this was the happiest request for Devan as well as successfully pinching his heart.

Devan felt much needed by his son. So he is too. Devan needs them to live out tomorrow. Andrean and Adrian are the center of his life until later. They are hurt, sad, happy, so Devan feels it too.

"Of course, honey. Daddy's gonna be here until you're okay,"

Andrean stared blankly at his father. The little hand turned to rub Devan's thin hairy jaw. Devan screamed in his heart. He tried to stay strong but seeing their condition like this, Devan seemed to be hit with hundreds of spears ready to kill him.

"Dad, have you eaten?" Adrian looked at Devan. The face that always appears rancid, is now able to make anyone who sees it feel pity. He smiled at Devan. Not Adrian's slanted smile. More of a caring smile. Because until a night like this, Devan hasn't eaten.

"Later, Honey. You guys sleep, Daddy eats,"

"Since Daddy was here. To the extent that they haven't eaten. Daddy's gonna be sick like us,"

Devan turns to the boy in front of him. The little angel who came out first from Lovi's womb.

"Mommy hasn't eaten either" he said, glancing at Lovi, who was now staring at Adrian, looking at the pale face of his youngest child. As if not satisfied to ascertain Adrian's condition. Even when Adrian and Andrean smiled, Lovi felt that his heart was still filled with worry.

"Yes, Mommy hasn't eaten yet, too" Adrian shook Lovi's hand, still clutching her tiny fingers tightly.

"Later, Mommy can eat anytime,"

"If Mommy and Daddy are sick, who's taking care of us?"

Devan and Lovi were only able to sigh slowly. Choosing tight-lipped. Because the inner struggle remains concerned with the condition of his children. They still feel strong. Because it must be like that if it is in the child's grace. Can no longer whine, it should be they who care for the whining of his son.

It turns out that the belief in the word 'good' without food and rest even brings disaster. Because when Lovi went to the bathroom to vomit something that churned in the stomach, he was even limp. Lovi fainted again and again Devan can prove how dexterous he is in protecting Lovi.

"Mommy, Mommy why?"

Devan lays Lovi on the couch. She smiled to calm her two children. He himself is in the fog now.

"What's going on, sir?"

Devan pointed at Lovi with his chin.

"My wife fainted," Devan replied briefly after that rubbing his face with an unceasing feeling of anxiety over her heart.

Lovi fainted twice today. Why can't Devan let out a little sigh of relief? Something almost drove him crazy.

"Master, Your Wife's content is weakened,"

As if not enough, Devan was again hit by a big godam. But this time it was a little different. There is a sense of happiness that infiltrates among many worries.

"Mommy why, doctor? Suddenly went to sleep. Though it was still not sleepy," Andrean asked curiously still with his style. Not fully understand that Mommy has lost consciousness for some time to come.

"Your sister is sick too,"

The eyes of the two who had looked withered instantly rounded. Devan massaged his upper nose.

"How old is the baby, doc?" Devan hasn't let his son talk much. When Andrean wanted to open his mouth, Devan interrupted immediately.

"Six weeks,"

That means two weeks before their divorce was formalized, Lovi was already pregnant. They got divorced four weeks ago. Devan won't doubt anything at this time. That's son. She believes Lovi still loves her. As hard as the woman dodges, Devan believes Lovi will keep looking after herself until Devan comes to pull her back in the arms.

"Mrs will be transferred to the treatment room,"

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Uhuyyy Lovi udh ketauan. DON'T FORGET VOTE&COMEN *Bodo highly w bawell😂😂