Revenge On Her Ex After Rebirth

Chapter 1047



Chapter 1047

Chapter 1047 Would You Choose Your Dad or Mom?

Carol stayed in Northfield for one day. The next day, she left suddenly after expressing her gratitude to

Oscar. Susan was quite unhappy about it, as she didn't expect her to leave so quickly. She wanted to

show Carol who was the boss in Northfield and make her aware of Besse's admirers so that she would

treat Besse well and not mess with her.

Susan's emotions were written all over her face, and Besse could tell what she was thinking right away.

But Besse assured her that Carol wouldn't bully her or anyone else for that matter.

At that moment, Susan felt a strange sense of trust towards Besse, even though rationally speaking,

Carol had more power than them both combined. But the way Besse handled things with composure

and wisdom made Susan believe in her abilities.

Besse stayed at the hospital for a week. And Doyle had been sent to a general ward. She heard that

Oscar had been in a general ward too. But during that week, she hadn't seen Oscar yet. But she went

to see Doyle frequently. Doyle's hand was severely hurt, which he intended to hide from her. However,

after Besse knew it, Doyle comforted her. He said with a smile that, Karami could only depend on her in

the future since she was such an excellent designer, and that only she could fulfil his dream.

Besse didn't respond to him with any promise.

Then, another week passed.

Besse underwent corrective surgery for the leg fracture. After the surgery, it took three more days to

recuperate in the hospital before being discharged, and later on, she would have regular check-ups.

The doctor suggested Doyle spend another month of self-cultivation in the hospital.

Therefore, after the leg surgery last night, Besse stayed with Doyle for a whole month, during which,

Susan and Manuel would occasionally come to see her. They came to see Oscar too. And Besse thus

learned about Oscar's condition from them. She knew he was recovering fast. Since the incident,

Oscar could already walk himself after 2 weeks. He didn't lose a leg or arm, nor was he disfigured. She

had admitted that Oscar was lucky enough.

One day when she returned from Doyle's room, she saw Susan waiting for her along with Salem and

Una in her ward.

For the past month, Salem and Una had been visiting Oscar at the hospital quite often, and they would

also come to see her. She didn't know if this was Oscar's intentional arrangement or not. Perhaps it

was. But she hadn't refused them either.

However, now she had become much colder towards Salem after recalling many things. She knew that

she was only afraid of losing control.

The boy could also feel Besse's rejection towards him. He heard that Besse didn't like his father

because his father pursued her relentlessly in the past. Of course, it was Susan who told him.

So naturally, Salem understood Besse no longer liked him just because his dad had left a bad

impression on her.

Today he mustered up the courage to tell Besse that he wasn't on his dad's side even though he

idolized him since childhood.

"Miss Besse," Salem called out to Besse, who was looking at her phone intentionally ignoring his

presence.

"I'm on your side," Salem said loudly, her face turning red.

Besse's eyes flickered as she looked at his determined expression mixed with a hint of shyness.

"I know you don't like my dad and you like Prince Doyle instead. I won't let my dad ruin your

relationship with Prince Doyle!"

Besse finally put down her phone.

"I'll go tell my dad right away not to bother you."

After finishing speaking, Salem turned around intending to run away but stopped when Besse called

out for him, "Sal."

"You don't need to worry about it, your father won't bother me." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She deemed Oscar had made things clear between them since he hadn't come to see her in the past

month when they had been staying in the same hospital.

"But Auntie Susan said..."

Besse knew Susan must have conveyed some misleading words in between them both so she

explained herself, "Your father didn't bother me."

"Then why...?" Salem asked carefully, "You don't like me anymore?"

A pang of pain hit Bess' chest as she had thought Salem couldn't sense anything. She was not being

too obvious. When Salem came to visit her, she didn't give him an attitude but treated him normally,

with a bit less passion.

To her surprise, Salem noticed her change.

"It's not because of my dad, did I do something wrong?" the boy looked at Besse with a sad face.

Besse was trying hard to suppress her emotions. Many emotions might erupt in an instant.

"Besse, did Una do something wrong?" Una quickly spoke up too when she saw her brother upset.

She was upset too.

Besse pursed her lips and didn't know how to answer them at that moment. She was afraid that if she

opened her mouth, she would burst into tears.

"Besse, Sal and I like you a lot. Please don't hate us, okay?" Una looked at her expectantly.

"I don't hate you." Besse tried to answer with the calmest voice possible, "It's just that I'm not feeling

well, and that made you misunderstand that I don't like you. I'm sorry"

"Really?" Una asked innocently.

"Uh-huh."

"I knew Besse wouldn't dislike us." Una happily said as she pulled Salem's hand, "Sal, don't be sad

anymore. Besse is just unwell."

Salem's clear eyes still stared straight at Besse as if he wanted to get confirmation from her again.

Besse took a deep breath.

Oscar had turned Salem into such a sensitive child after all these years.

She said, "Sal, come here."

Salem walked towards her, a bit nervous.

Besse hugged him tightly in her arms, and she was shocked by her move at the moment. She knew

she shouldn't be close to him. Or, it'd be hard for her to let go.

She said, "Sal if I give you a choice, would you choose your dad or mom?"

Salem frowned,

"I don't have a mom..."

He didn't have any choices since he didn't have a mother.

"What if there were one?" Besse asked.


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