Win Her Back

Chapter 689 Miss

Tears welled up in Lisa's eyes. 'She and he are the real mother and son. Why are they so intimate?' she wondered. She closed her eyes and hid all the emotions in them with a little caution.

"Miss Hester, you must be kidding. The young master doesn't like to be close to others since he was a child. But it's also strange that the young master really likes you!

Since he met you, he has been clamoring to come to you all day long. It's really rare!"

Hearing Lisa's words, Hester frowned and thought. She bit her lips and hesitated for a moment before she opened her mouth.

"By the way, Thomas always says that his mother is not with him. What's going on? Where is Melody? Shouldn't she like Thomas very much?"

"Miss Hester, don't talk about this in front of Mr. Terence!"

A trace of anxiety flashed across Lisa's gentle face. She stared at Hester, breathing unsteadily. Her body trembled slightly because of excitement.

Hester frowned and looked at Lisa in confusion. She didn't understand why she was so excited all of a sudden. Then she thought about it carefully and got some answers.

Lisa must have suffered a lot under Melody's leadership! Since Melody could move in the Qi family smoothly, she must have built her prestige in a short time!

"I'm just saying it casually. You don't have to mind! As for Terence, I won't take the initiative to look for trouble. Don't worry about that!"

A trace of regret flashed through Lisa's eyes. She blamed herself for not controlling her emotions just now, but now she made a fool of herself. What should she do?

"No, it's not like that. Miss Hester, don't misunderstand! Sir and Miss Melody..."

"Lisa, don't worry about Thomas. There are still a lot of things for you to deal with in the Qi family. You can go back first!"

Hester's face changed. She didn't want to listen to those excuses. She didn't want to know what was going on between them, nor did she want to make herself sick.

Even if she couldn't completely relieve herself now, she wouldn't look for pain by herself. The reason why she mentioned Melody today was that he felt sorry for Thomas.

"It's my fault. Please take good care of the little young master, Miss Hester. I'll go back first."

Lisa lowered her head in disappointment. She wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. After struggling for a while, she gave up the idea.

Hester looked at the side face of Thomas who was sleeping soundly. She couldn't calm down for a long time. It was the two of them who had done something bad to her, but why was everyone blaming her?

Her fingertips gently touched Thomas' face, trembling slightly. She never needed others' sympathy, nor did she care about other people's gossip now.

"Thomas, will you blame me like this?"

Like those adults, they never knew what she had experienced, but they just taught her casually, which really annoyed her.

With a faint sigh, Hester had no room to move, so she fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

In a daze, she suddenly remembered that three years ago, she and Melody had a fierce quarrel. Everyone stood opposite her and severely criticized her.

Hester was tall and thin, looking fearlessly at the person opposite her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but her heart was twitching fiercely. She was not as fearless as she looked, but just pretended to be.

"Auntie April! Auntie April! What's wrong with you?"

Thomas vaguely heard a shrill cry, mixed with strong helplessness and fear. Hester slowly opened her eyes after getting rid of the nightmare.

Looking at Thomas' red and swollen eyes, Hester's heart trembled. Regardless of the destructive despair in her dream, she hurriedly raised her hand to touch his forehead.

At the normal temperature, she felt relieved. Fortunately, his fever was finally brought down.

"Thomas, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Thomas held Hester's hand tightly and looked at her timidly. He was very scared. When he woke up, he felt the back of his hand was held tightly. Then he saw his mother was in a painful look.

He was more anxious because he was afraid that she would feel sad because of illness but didn't tell him. He didn't have any communication device with him. What would he do if something really happened to her?

Could he just stand by and watch his mother, who he had tried so hard to find back, suffer from the torture of illness, and he could do nothing but watch?

"Auntie April, are you okay?"

Hester looked at Thomas blankly and wiped the sweat off her head to figure out what was going on. He raised his hand to hold Thomas in her arms and gently comforted him.

"Thomas, don't be afraid. I just had a nightmare. It's okay. Don't worry!" This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Really?"

Unwilling to give up, Thomas looked up at Hester. He had repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her body.

"Auntie April, did you dream of something terrible that made you so painful?"

Hester couldn't tell how she felt when she heard a three-year-old child could say such words. It was just incredible.

Shouldn't he be carefree at such a young age? But why could these words come out of his mouth?

"Thomas, I'm not painful, but I can't get out of the dream for a while, so it looks like I'm sick. But how could you describe it as pain?"

Thomas nodded. Although he didn't understand what Hester meant, he only wanted to know that his mother was fine.

"I don't know what that actually means, but this is the expression on my father's face occasionally when he is drunk. When Auntie Lisa was packing up, she said that father was so painful that he chose to drink to drown his sorrows!"

Looking at Thomas who was as experienced as Lisa, Hester could not smile at all. From his words, she could imagine what Terence looked like at that time.

Was it because of some misunderstandings between him and Melody when she was away that she left angrily, leaving Terence alone in boundless pain?

With these thoughts in her mind, Hester pictured a dramatic soap opera. The scenes of various TV plays were displayed one after another, which could be called a one-step classic and unforgettable.

"I seem to have missed a lot!"