The Foreign Softness

##Bab 72 Surprised

"Denis's medical expenses won't burden you, you're eating quietly."

What the foster mother said made me feel uncomfortable for a while. I went out to buy dinner for foster mom. When I brought her back, the expression of the foster mother changed. Tears flowed in his eyes. She took the lunch box and cried during the meal, "It's a good step if you don't take Denis back."

I don't know how to comfort the restless foster mother's heart, "I won't take it, as long as you allow me to visit her often and not hide with her."

The face of the adoptive mother was a little unkind. He turned around while bowing his head towards me and said in a low voice, "Someone said to me you will take back Denis, so I brought him to hide in the countryside."

"someone? Who?"

The words of the foster mother made my heart skip a beat.

Is there really someone out there that we didn't know planned all this?

"I don't know who he is either. He sat in the car and did not get out. He just lowered the window a little. He said you'd take back Denis. Until then, I had no money and raised a child for someone else in vain. I was terrified and brought Denis into hiding" replied the adoptive mother.

My ears are throbbing, who's the guy sitting in the car?

"Do you remember the sound?"

Her adoptive mother shook her head, "That voice is definitely not the original voice, I can hear it, she suppresses her voice."

I suddenly couldn't believe it, who could have been so intentional, hiding in a car and not even daring to speak in an actual voice?

"Does he have a bodyguard?"

I thought about Joan.

The mother shook her head, "I don't see any bodyguards, there's only one car and it looks like she's alone in the car."

It shouldn't be Joan, as far as I've seen twice, that person isn't like the one who secretly took action.

"Then do you remember what car he was driving? What's the license plate number?" ask again.

His adoptive mother shook her head, "I didn't look at the car carefully, but it didn't have a license plate number."

This man is hiding so deep.

I took a deep breath, what kind of person is this? Could it be he who hit Denis with his car?

"My name is Vinny Hernanda, one day you can call me Vinny" she said in a low voice.

I'm reminded of Denis' population data again, "Why hasn't this kid been registered for a resident card?"

Her adoptive mother sighed, "I'm not afraid you'll look for her, so we didn't register."

I'm at a loss for words.

Even if I don't look for him, aren't they planning on sending Denis to school? I was a little dissatisfied, but already like this, I couldn't complain.

"After discharge from the hospital, find some spare time and register a resident card for Denis."

Vinny nodded.

"Auntie, can you tell me a story?"

Denis who had been playing alone had opened his voice.

I nodded and looked at my son's jewel-like black eyes, my heart filled with love for this little boy, "What do you want to hear, "Fine Bad Things"? "Red Hooded Girl"? Or "Aladdin"?"

Denis thought for a moment, "Mother once told me "Bad Things" can you tell me about "Aladdin"?"

"okay."

Denis went to bed at nearly ten p.m., the face of the adoptive mother showing obvious fatigue. I asked him to sleep in a folding bed. I sat on Denis' bedside, reading a book while looking after him.

Before the adoptive mother lay down, she still asked, "Is that Candra going to take Denis away while we're asleep?"

"I'm not gonna let him take Denis, I'm gonna keep Denis here" I comforted Vinny. Vinny doesn't really believe me, but he can't stand it because he doesn't sleep day and night. He was really sleepy and tired, so he lay down and slept.

As I was holding the book and my eyelids grew heavier, it seemed like someone had walked into the ward. Although sleepy and tired, my alertness did not diminish at all, I immediately opened my eyes and looked at the person who entered.

Luckily, she is Candra.

"I decided to bring my son back," Candra said solemnly.

I immediately refused, "No, the child is neither yours nor mine. Even though she's your blood running through her body, you don't carry out the responsibility of nurturing her, so you have no right to say such a thing. Even I don't have the right to take this child!"

Candra's clear eyes flashed furiously, "Yuwita, it was you who didn't tell me about the whereabouts of this child. Otherwise, nothing will happen later on. You robbed me of my right to be a father and I still haven't settled this with you. You have no right to rule my decision!"

After Candra finished speaking, she turned around coldly and stepped away.

I immediately chased after her and stopped her in the corridor, "First, Candra, now my name is Clara, don't call Yuwita. Second, I was also surprised by the presence of this child. Until the age of four months and the fetus has started to move, I just realized I was pregnant. At that time, you already kicked me out of the house."

I opened my collar and pulled the pearl necklace around my neck. I showed a terrible scar on my neck, "Have you seen it? These scars were scratched by the inmates with knives. Stella bribed the prison guards and they tortured my body covered in clothes. I almost had a miscarriage, they freaked out and sent me to the hospital."

My sadness and anger left Candra stunned on the spot.

I could clearly see the shock in his eyes. He never seems to know these things. His eyes were fixed on the scar on my neck.

"No, how is that possible?"

He suddenly stepped up, then held onto my shoulder and stared at the scar on my neck with sad eyes, "I didn't know this was going to happen. That place is the prison, where the police are, where did they get the knife? How can their abilities be that high?"

Candra's body seemed to have been hit with a stick, her whole body staggered, then she covered her head, "I think prison can protect you. I thought you were safest there, I didn't know .. I didn't know it would be like that."

Candra staggered, as if she had suffered the heaviest blow and left desperately.

My whole body is weakened, my hands are covering my neck. My heart was so uncomfortable that I couldn't breathe.

I thought, these few days Candra shouldn't bring up the problem of taking Denis back. I walked back to the ward weakly and saw Vinny sitting on the folding bed looking at me blankly.

"Have you told him? Has he left already? Is he still coming to take custody of Denis?"

Vinny asked a series of questions, but I could only smile bitterly, "For a while he might not come."

"Then he still wants to take Denis back, right? What am I supposed to do?" Vinny muttered pensively, as if he had lost his soul.

I walked over, then held onto Vinny's shoulder to calm her down and sat down next to Denis' bed.

Vinny suddenly grabbed my hand, "Clara, can you let me take Denis away? After all, his injury had stabilized and there would be no more danger. I just need to ask the doctor to prescribe more medication and bring it back for Denis, he'll be fine. Can you help me? I'll thank you."

"No, that's not possible."

I immediately shook my head firmly and confidently. I can lifetime not take back Denis, but that doesn't mean that I'm gonna do things that are dangerous to Denis.

"Denis can't leave the hospital, you say anything remains useless!"

I hardened my heart not to see the pitiful appearance of foster mother.

Her foster mother was very disappointed and did not speak for long.

Even though I was very upset by the idea put forward by the foster mother, I still comforted her by saying, "Don't think of things like this, you accompany Denis to heal the wounds here calmly, you know, so you can heal the wounds here, Candra didn't dare to force."

The adoptive mother nodded.

However, I feel uneasy. Adoptive mother once when I gave Denis living expenses for the first time, she took Denis away to hide from me. It doesn't mean that when I go to work, he won't take Denis away.

So for the next few days, I always felt anxious. I was scared when I got home from work and rushed to the hospital, so Vinny took Denis away.

Because for a few days I had less rest, when I was working, suddenly my vision darkened. My boss called me to go to his office, but my vision was dark and passed out in the corridor. I also hit a colleague who was carrying a pile of archives until it fell on the floor.

I woke up to my colleague's exclamation, I saw my boss standing beside me with a worried look and Jasmine placed her hand on my forehead.

"No fever."

Jasmine said, "Have you not rested well lately? Look at the dark circles under your eyes, you lose weight and your face is yellow. You're obviously sick. Why don't you go to the doctor? Still come to work stubbornly."

A gentle and considerate tone, like a generous and gentle senior.

I held onto my forehead, my mind was already a little clear, "Sorry, it's my fault, I've put off work."

"No, health is important. Vero, Khansa, take Clara to the hospital for a good checkup, then call me and report the results."

Jasmine stood up and returned to the dignified appearance of a boss.

I immediately said, "No, no need to go to the hospital."

With the help of my comrades, I stood up with a guilty expression on my face, "Boss, I just lack rest, I'm completely fine."

Jasmine looked at me suspiciously, "Alright, come to my office first."

Thus, I came to Jasmine's office.

Jasmine said, "Sit down and tell me what you've been busy with lately? If you faint from being busy with work and too tired from studying, I can't say anything."

"No, it's not like that."

I said, "You know a little about my past. You may know that I have divorced and gone to prison, but you certainly did not know I had given birth to a child. Now that the boy was hit by a car and was in the hospital, his father tried to take back custody and there was still someone trying to kill him ...."

Suddenly I felt indescribable grievances and sadness, I almost cried. Perhaps, Jasmine was too like an old man, which made me reveal the most vulnerable side of my heart.

Jasmine was very surprised, "You have a child? Wait, let me think about it."

Suddenly he circled around the office, as if he was having a very difficult problem or maybe he was too surprised.

"May I see the boy?"

Jasmine stopped and looked at me with an expression I could not understand, as if excited.