The Foreign Softness

##Bab 70 Moving Hospital

"As a result now, Sister Candra must hate me so much. He'll think I planned it with you. He'd think I already knew he had a son but kept it a secret from him."

Gabriel was so angry that he wanted to slap himself twice.

Cindy can't listen anymore, "Hey, isn't that enough? Clara is already sad enough, you are still angry here, are you still a man? Can men be selfish like you? Anyone who marries a man like you, will definitely kill themselves!"

Cindy had never spoken so cruelly before, but today she told Gabriel. Gabriel felt annoyed that his eyes were emitting fire. Until Cindy stopped nagging, Gabriel just pointed to Cindy, "You ... You son, what did you say? Say it again!"

Seeing Gabriel seem like he was about to hit people, she picked up the fear and stopped them immediately, "You two, please stop arguing, Denis is still sleeping, you'll wake him up."

Two hours ago, Denis had regained consciousness from his coma, but now he was back to sleep.

Gabriel snorted and stopped talking, but his face was really very dissatisfied and uncomfortable.

It was almost midnight, I asked Cindy to get back to rest, she had to go to work tomorrow, but Cindy was worried about me and Denis, she insisted on staying. Thus, I, Cindy, foster mother, the three of us surrounded by my son's bed all night.

The thing that worries me all the time is that Candra, Stella and Joan will hurt Denis. All night long I barely dared to close my eyes. Tonight, I thought a lot. Maybe what the police said was true. Candra never left the hospital. After all, he wouldn't be that stupid as driving his own car to bump into people. But I told him the identity of my son, I was so stupid, once again I had to pay for the rash attitude I did.

I looked at my sleeping son with droopy eyes. I wish the car accident was just an accident, my son can grow up safe and live happily ever after.

I hope Candra won't notice this son, won't come to fight for my son's custody. After all, he didn't really like this kid.

"Mother."

The little boy in the bed let out a sleepy voice.

I immediately got up from the chair and ran to the side of my son in one step, "Denis, mother is here."

Denis opened his eyes, eyes that looked exactly like Candra, his eye sockets sank inward and his face was confused, "Auntie."

My son even remembers me, my tears run down my cheeks and my vision becomes blurred. I nodded, "Yes, Auntie also remembers you."

I dare not admit this child. My identity will bring an unimaginable disaster to her. I can only bury my thoughts and sorrow deeply for my son in the depths of my heart. I held her little hand gently, "Auntie believes that Denis will get well soon."

At this time, Denis's foster mother was also at the bedside, she slowly clasped Denis' other little hand, "Denis, mother is here."

"Mom, hug."

Denis' little hand slipped out of my hand and stretched out toward her foster mother.

Her foster mother lifted the little boy while crying.

Since the little boy was severely injured, his adoptive mother was afraid of touching his wound, she did not dare to actually lift it, so she could only bend over and hug her son.

"Mom, it hurts so much. Ma'am, Denis wants to go home" Denis said in a soft voice.

"After Denis's wound heals, I'll take Denis home."

The foster mother kissed my son's little face.

This woman, she loves her son, but the hardships of life have made her stingy with her son in terms of money. After all, she was also a good mother.

Denis was in the arms of his adoptive mother, quickly falling asleep again. When her adoptive mother gently lowered her, her little hand was still grasping her thumb finger and was reluctant to let it go, so her adoptive mother let her hold it.

"You guys get ready, now you're getting ready to get out of the hospital." An hour later, the doctor treating Denis walked in. Foster mom, Cindy and I were all shocked, "Doctor, Denis just woke up. He can't be discharged so soon!"

My subconscious said something must have happened. Otherwise the doctor will not return his severely injured patient.

The doctor said with an expressionless face, "You can ask Mr. Candra about this matter. He's asking you to get out of the hospital."

Candras!

He wants his son out of the hospital. She must have wanted her son dead, my eyes were emitting flames of anger out of emotion. The next moment, I rushed towards the door.

Candra, I'm gonna kill you!

As I was about to rush out of the ward with a mind that had already lost its mind, someone walked in. I hit my chest accidentally.

He grabbed me, then pushed me away, "Yuwita, I'll sort things out with you later!"

Candra's aura felt cold. He rushed to the hospital bed, then carried the little boy on the bed and stepped out.

"Candra, what are you doing?"

I was scared, my life seemed to disappear in half. I thought Candra was going to kill my son, I chased after him like crazy, grabbed Candra's arm and said, "Candra, where are you going to take Denis? If you dare to hurt him, even dying I will not forgive you!"

Candra didn't even look at me, "If you want her to live, shut up!"

I was scared and silent.

I chased after Candra's steps while watching her carry Denis and hurriedly entered the exit. He held Denis and walked down the stairs. I also ran after him.

Then she called out to the voice of the foster mother, "Don't be afraid, Denis will be fine, we clean up this place first."

Candra hugged Denis and walked over quickly. He walked through the stairs over ten floors. I chased after him gasping for breath, but I didn't dare to relax either. I'm afraid in the blink of an eye, Denis will be taken away or killed.

Candra quickly walked out of the stairs holding Denis, then she got into the car parked at the door of the hospital building. I was shocked and scared, I ran to the car. Before the car left, I also got into it.

The car was a commercial car. The driver turned out to be Gabriel. The car drove us through the darkness of the night and quickly drove out of the city.

I was surprised, "Candra, where are you taking us?"

There was a scary thought in my mind. Candra, is he going to kill and dump our bodies?

At this moment, Denis was still in Candra's arms, the little boy was already awake. She looked at Candra with very frightened eyes and suddenly cried, "Mom, I want mom."

Candra stiffened a little, but her face was clearly panicked. He quickly said, "Don't cry!"

As she spoke, Candra pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wanted to wipe the boy's eyes, but the little boy turned to avoid her, "Bad guy, I want mom, auntie!"

"Denis, Auntie is here!"

I felt depressed and worried, for fear that this trip would worsen my son's injury. I was more worried that Candra would do something to hurt my son.

Denis immediately twisted his neck and extended his two small hands towards me, "Auntie, hug."

Candra let me carry Denis. He reached into his pocket to look for cigarettes. But when he took the cigarette in his hand, he suddenly realized that there were children in the car and he should not smoke.

He gritted his teeth in annoyance, "Yuwita, I will settle this matter with you!"

My heart flinched, subconsciously I hugged my son tighter. If we have to die, mother and son must die together.

Candra put the cigarette back. Does this seemingly inconspicuous attitude of hers mean that she also cares about this child?

I'm still hoping.

Denis was in my arms, he looked at me with his eyes as clear as his father, "Auntie, where is my mother? Does he not want me anymore?"

"No, no. It's just that there's a little problem. Your mother will be here any minute. Obey, Aunt will accompany you," comfort me quickly.

Candra, "I'll take her to the hospital on military territory. It's safer there. You guys better stay there and not go anywhere."

Candra's voice trembled slightly, she clearly endured the great shock and anger.

It turns out that Candra didn't mean to hurt this kid. I felt relieved, subconsciously I put my forehead on Denis' cheek and tears flowed so.

"Auntie, you're crying again."

Denis opened his eyes, those black crystal-like eyes were not so bright, but he looked a little worried. A small hand gently caressed my cheek, "Auntie, why are you crying?"

"Auntie doesn't cry. Aunt's eyes put sand in."

During the torture in prison, I never shed a tear. However, in front of the innocent eyes of my son, my tears always fell without warning.

Candra looked over here, with a hint of burning heat in her clear eyes. He seemed to want to see the child, but in the end he lacked courage. He stretched out his hand and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

The car drove into the military area and Candra had no idea who it was. The car was released without stopping.

Soon, we arrived at the door of the military hospital.

Candra got down from the car first, Gabriel ran to open the door on our side. I got out of the car holding Denis and Denis's little hands immediately wrapped around my neck, "Auntie, are you guys taking me to get a shot?"

I comforted gently, "Denis is not afraid. Now Denis is injured and needs treatment in order to recover. Now take Denis to heal the wound."

Denis frowned, "Auntie, when will my mother come? Who's that uncle? He's very fierce."

My nose hurts, "Your mother is coming soon, Denis has to undergo patient treatment, we'll be out of the hospital soon."

"Give me the boy."

Candra stretched out her hand.

Denis glanced at Candra and immediately wrapped his little arm around my neck again, "Auntie, this uncle is so fierce, Denis doesn't want him to be that fat. Huhu ...."

Denis put his head on my shoulder and cried.

My heart hurts like it's been pierced by a needle.

The corner of Candra's mouth twitched, both arms stretching frozen in the air. With a pair of clear eyes, he looked at the child in front of him with such a complicated expression.

"Hurry in, the boy is still injured" Gabriel said.