Good bye You Never Love Me

Chapter 132 Mr. Harrison, You Hand Is Bleeding

Martha cuddled Jimmy close and replied softly, "So do I."

However, she still needed to teach him; otherwise Jimmy might turn into a disobedient child.

"You are not well enough to move around. Sneaking away will no longer be allowed. Do you

understand?"

"I got it, Mommy."

Jimmy replied in a quiet voice like a good kid.

But Martha remained strict and thought he needed to learn how to bear the responsibility for his

mistake.

She put him down and hunkered down in front of him, saying in a significant tone, "Do you take Rupert

into consideration? Your leaving the hospital without permission made him feel guilty because he

thought he failed his responsibility for looking after you well."

Jimmy lowered his head and murmured regretfully, "It was all my fault. I should not have worried

Rupert. I will give him a call and apologize to him now."

"Good."

Martha nodded and rubbed his hair.

"Good boy."

Martha handed her phone to Jimmy who soon dialed the number.

"Martha..."

"Uncle Rupert, It's me, Jimmy. I'm with my mommy now."

Obviously, Rupert in U country sighed with relief when he heard it.

His voice softened, "I'm so happy that you're safe."

Jimmy's young voice said in the apartment-

"Uncle Rupert, Jimmy was wrong. I shouldn't have left the hospital alone without your knowledge. I'm

sorry to worry you."

"Well, I accept your apology. But I hope you won't frighten me in this way again. That will be

appreciated."

There came Rupert's soft voice. And Jimmy nodded gravely and said, "I promise."

"Jimmy, is your mother there? I have something to tell her."

Jimmy said "yes" and handed the phone to Martha.

Martha took the phone and answered in an apologetic tone, "Rupert, I'm sorry to cause your worries."

"Never mind. Should I fly there and bring Jimmy back?"

Rupert's soft voice rang in Martha's ears. She looked back at the little boy.

There was a tinge of confusion in his eyes which made him look upset.

As Martha saw his expression, she couldn't help but tip the scale in her preference for Jimmy.

She said, "I'm gonna keep him around me for two days. After I settle things about Hollie, I'll go to U

country with him."

She sensed that Jimmy must have something to do as he spared no effort to come here.

And she knew what he was insisting on.

Jimmy had been seriously ill since his childhood. She didn't want him to go back with disappointment.

His complexion was really bad. Compared to other children, obviously, he was not that vigorous.

Martha felt distressed for him at the thought of it.

Rupert was silent. After a while, he replied gently,

"OK, I agree."

After Martha hung up the phone, she took Jimmy's hand and sat down with him on the sofa.

Jane saw that and said, "Ms. Doyle, I gotta prepare the dinner."

"Well."

After a long while, Martha looked at Jimmy and asked in a muffled voice, "Jimmy, is a father so

important to you?"

Jimmy's eyes darkened at the words. He didn't know how to answer this question.

Perhaps, he was curious about what his father looked like. Or he just wanted to meet his long-term

wish.

Finally, Jimmy answered sincerely, "I think I should know his name and his face before I go to the

Heaven."

Suddenly, Martha chocked with sadness, the rim of her eyes turning red.

She didn't want Jimmy to think so. However, the disease tortured such a little boy at the age of four. No

one knew what he had experienced and no one could take the pain for him.

Why? He was only a child but had to suffer a lot.

Martha wrapped Jimmy in her arms compassionately. She kissed him in the check and said in a

gravelly voice, "Mommy promise you. You'll be fine. You won't go to another world. I will be with you."

...

This evening, Martha had a dinner with Jimmy in Jane's department.

Then the little boy took the medicine obediently.

After a while, he felt sleepy.

Perhaps because the medicine took effect or maybe Jimmy was really tired today, he fell asleep on the

sofa a few minutes later.

Martha looked at Jimmy who was sleeping with her eyes full of love.

In the next second, her phone vibrated.

It was Stefan's call which led to Martha's sullen face.

It seemed that he had done with Hollie, so...

But now that it came to an end, why did he give her a phone call?

Martha sneered and hung it up directly.

After a few minutes, the phone vibrated again.

Martha was impatient and found it was still Stefan. Eventually, she switched her phone off and ignored

it thoroughly.

She softly bent down, held Jimmy to the guest room, and put him in the bed. Then she gave his

forehead a goodnight kiss and walked out of the room.

Martha looked at Jane who was standing in the living room and said in a silky voice, "I will be busy in

these two days, so I need you to stay with Jimmy at home and take care of him."

If no one looked after Jimmy, he might run about again.

Jane was pleased to do so and replied, "Please rest assured, Ms. Doyle. I'll take good care of him."

...

At dusk. The Harrison Villa.

The smell of blood wafted in Stefan's study.

The tall man stood in front of the French window. There were shards of glass at his feet.

Under the ceiling light, glares of light refracted off the glass which made the bloodstain specially

conspicuous.

Stefan clenched his fists hardly. The wound caused by the glass was still bleeding.

It was quiet in the study. However, the drip of blood broke the silence which was uncanny and weird.

The man seemed not to feel the pain and leaned against the edge of window, looking dispirited.

It was the first time that Stefan had felt so anguished in his life.

What he thought and did were all wrong.

He mistook that it was Hollie who accompanied him to get through the hard period and gave all his love

to her.

Meanwhile, he granted his coldness and misery to Martha who was innocent. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

How frustrating! He could accept the truth in no way, could he?

Outside the study, there was a knock at the door. The butler heard the sound from the study and

worried if something happened, thereby coming here to figure it out.

However, he waited for a long time outside but no one responded him.

Did Mr. Harrison get into some trouble?

After second thought, he finally opened the door gingerly.

And he saw the shards of glass on the floor and the blood.

Mr. Harrison who was solemn in usual time had lost his arrogance. The wound on his hand was

startling; the blood was dripping from it.

The butler was frightened and cried out anxiously, "Mr. Harrison, your... your hand is bleeding!"