The Foreign Softness

##Chapter 71 Who Lies

The ward had been prepared for a long time, Gabriel was leading in front, I was holding Denis and Candra was following behind while thinking about something.

I put Denis in bed, then picked up the phone. The anxious and desperate voice of the adoptive mother came, "You guys are already working together, right? You teamed up to kidnap that kid, you liar!"

"No, I'm not lying to you. I'm not taking the boy away, he just moved to the hospital. I'll tell you the address, you and Cindy take a taxi ...."

Before I finished my words, Candra had already snatched my phone.

He said to his adoptive mother in a low voice and pouted, "Look good, adopting a child is illegal. You didn't even register citizenship for her, now I want to take back my son. If you dare to say no, I will have someone kill you!"

Instantly, mother raised in fear. He didn't speak for a long time. Candra hung up and threw my phone back. That expression filled with killing intent made people feel afraid.

Candra walked over to Denis bedside, she stared at this skinny and severely injured child for a long time, then she stretched out her hand and carried him.

He looked at the child who was very similar to him, his tears suddenly flowing.

"Sorry, I made you suffer. Later I'll take good care of you."

Candra's words stunned me for a moment, does Candra also love this child?

Didn't he always expect this kid to die?

Denis' eyes were still frightened, he reached out his little hand and said to me, "Auntie, hug."

I held Denis and she put her little hand around my neck. I don't know if he understands Candra's words. She just nibbled her lips in anguish, "Auntie, Denis wants mom."

"Mom's coming soon, Denis, don't be in a hurry."

I comforted her gently, but this child still continued to cry with tears streaming down her eyes, which made me feel depressed.

I said to Candra, "The foster mother should come here. She had raised this child to this size, this child was inseparable from her."

Candra's eyes glared fiercely and sourly, "I've asked someone, before I've asked, yesterday I asked again, why don't any of them say you've given birth to a child? Who shut their mouths? Why do I, as his father, now know I have a son?"

Candra's eyes emitted a turbulent flame. The turmoil was anger, pain and all sorts of indescribable emotions.

I don't know the truth of Candra's words. How can these people be silenced? I have given birth to a child. So many people know, the doctor who treated me, the police officer in charge of taking care of me at the time and the people who found Denis' adoptive parents. In fact, as long as Candra was willing to ask, she would definitely get that information.

Why did he say that no one knew about this?

"Candra, I don't know what you're talking about, I only remember one thing, which is that you asked me to abort this child and said you couldn't let the source of the disaster stay alive!"

There was endless anger and hatred in my eyes. Thinking of Denis bad luck since he was born, most of the causes are Candra. I can't tell you how much I hate him.

Candra's eyes flickered, "No matter you believe it or not, I never said such words. I'm counting the time when you gave birth to this child. At that time, I wasn't in this country."

"Father, you and Stella took your daughter on vacation abroad."

There is a profound irony in my eyes.

Candra lowered her voice, her confidence finally dwindling, "It's true that I went abroad, but I can swear by my life one day, I don't know anything about this and no one told me you were pregnant and gave birth to my son. If I lied a word, I'd lose ten years of my life."

"Then what happened to this? Who's lying!"

I looked at Candra aggressively, while Denis lay still on my shoulder, he still sobbed in a low voice.

"I don't know, there's a lot to investigate carefully, including this car accident."

Candra looked a little agitated, "Who will be driving the same car as me? Even with the same license plate number. It's not an accident, it's intentional."

Candra's words were like sticks hitting my head, making me feel like I was in a daze, I suddenly came to my senses. Yeah, how could there be such a coincidence?

Candra doesn't seem to be lying, the police also make sure that she doesn't have time to commit a crime, so who's the one who hit Denis with her car?

He obviously wanted to scapegoat Candra.

Who, this thing is really terrible.

I unconsciously hugged my son tightly. His identity had never been made public, so someone had known it before. Do they want to kill him?

Candra said, "This is also the reason why I moved my son to another hospital. I can't let Stella and Joan know where she is. Maybe they already know, but I hope not."

Candra's mind seemed a little confused.

"I'll be gone for a minute. Tomorrow morning, the doctor here will continue to treat the child according to the previous treatment history. You take good care of him."

After saying that, Candra left.

Gabriel looked at me, then looked at Denis, he also stepped out.

All night, Denis slept in my arms. Maybe it was the instinct of mother and child, maybe she still remembered the temperature in my womb. He did not reject me at all and slept soundly in my arms.

I sent a message to Cindy and asked her to call Gabriel to take her foster mother to this hospital. Cindy asked if Candra was being rude to you? I said no, he doesn't seem to know anything about it.

At dawn, the foster mother rushed in.

A very upset Gabriel followed behind. As soon as the foster mother came in, she hugged Denis and cried, "Mom thought you'd never see you again."

Gabriel was extremely annoyed and said, "Bad don't look for me for this kind of trouble. Sister Candra said she'd take back this kid. You still asked me to take her foster mother. Do you feel like my life is comfortable?"

I said, "Gabriel, are you still my friend? If there's only Candra in your eyes, you don't care about me anymore!"

Gabriel sighed, "My brother won't care about anyone, you guys don't look for me. I'll be a free man."

Gabriel turned around, then walked away haughtily and disagreed.

The foster mother hugged Denis, her eyes full of hostility towards me, "You don't regret it, do you? You said you didn't want to take back this child, you must have a conscience, I've raised this child. You can't just take her away!"

"I won't, don't worry."

I combed my messy hair with my hands. Because of the words of foster mother, I remembered Candra and my heart became even more upset.

"But who is that guy? Is he really Denis' real father?" ask the mother to lift coldly.

"Yes, he's Denis' father."

I grabbed my hair tightly and let go.

Her foster mother said, "Did she not know about your labor? He also looks very rich. When this child was born, why didn't he take this child with him? Now he's coming to take back this boy!"

Me, "When he wasn't in the country. She didn't seem to know that I gave birth to Denis. Someone must have done something here."

I said things that the foster mother didn't understand, my heart was feeling muddled.

The adoptive mother said angrily, "I don't care what happens between the two of you. Denis is mine. Now that I am his family, I will not let him go and none of you can take him from my side!"

I shook my head, "No, I won't take it."

But Candra, I can't guarantee it.

"You have to promise he won't take it either!"

The foster mother does not want to give up.

I shook my head in silence, I really can't guarantee with Candra's decision, "I'll try my best."

The foster mother snorted.

At 8 o'clock, the new doctor came to check on Denis' injury. The treatment plan was the same as before, but they added some new drugs. I saw the English writing on it, the doctor said it was the best medicine. The drugs are delivered directly from abroad.

Candra is a person who has the ability to do this. I'm dumbfounded. Does Candra care about this kid?

On this day, Candra does not appear. All day, the foster mother kept Denis by the bed and refused to leave him, as if afraid I would steal Denis, so I ignored him. He loves Denis, as he says now, Denis is his only family in the world. I can't just take it.

Denis is very safe and his injury is getting better. I didn't have to worry, so I spent more time looking at the legal test materials on my phone.

Until my phone runs out of battery.

When I borrowed my adoptive mother's phone, the adoptive mother looked at me with hostile eyes, but she still pulled out the phone and handed it to me.

I called the head of the law firm and asked for two days off. I want to ask for more, but I can't say it. Anyway, I just got to work. Never contributed anything to the company but want to take a few days off, this is really not good.

Candra had not come for a few days, while Gabriel had come once. He carried many items, all of them were children's toys and snacks.

On the third day, I had to go to work. On this day, I used my lunch break to read a book. After work, I rushed to the military hospital.

As soon as Denis saw me, he laughed, "Auntie, read me a story."

"Okay, soon Auntie's gonna read you a story." Yesterday I told the story of "Three Little Pigs" and the little one giggled.

Looking at my son's innocent smile, my heart feels sweeter than eating honey. When the adoptive mother saw me, her lips pouted and looked pale. She was afraid that if every day I stayed here, I would take Denis' love. If Denis likes me too much, it will be difficult to part ways.

I-i understand.

When I handed him the thing in my hand, he froze for a moment, "What is this?"

"Replace," I replied.

The adoptive mother looked at me in disbelief, then glanced at the bag again. As she saw it was a garment and there was still a label on it, she thanked him.

"You're very wise."

The adoptive mother sighed while taking the bag.

I smiled, "It should be."

The mother put down her bag and sat by the bed again, looking at Denis pensively.

"Have you had dinner?" I asked the foster mother.

Mother shook her head.

"What do you want to eat, I'll buy it," I asked.

Her foster mother said, "I don't have any more money. I don't know how much Denis' treatment costs, so I'd better not just eat."

Me, "..."