Chapter 522:
I didn’t wait for Connor’s reply and hung up the phone. I then sat on a row of chairs near the wall, silent. Klein stood silently in front of the window in the corridor.
Another half hour passed, but Herbert still hadn’t arrived.
It seemed that everything he had said was a lie.
I stood up, ready to leave, when suddenly I heard footsteps in the corridor. I turned around to see a small figure running toward me, shouting.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
I froze for a moment when I saw Lucas appear in front of me. By the time I registered what was happening, his little body had already collided with mine, causing a sharp pain. I frowned as Lucas wrapped his arms around my leg. Looking up at me, he smiled and said, “Mommy, I’m sorry. I’m late!”
In the face of such an adorable voice, I found myself powerless to resist. I also felt a surge of happiness when he called me “Mommy.”
But then, I noticed a bandage on his forehead, wrapped in gauze. I furrowed my brows and asked, “What happened to your head?”
Lucas pouted and replied, “Just now, my dad’s car collided with another car. My head got hurt, and my dad’s arm was injured too!”
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At that moment, Lucas turned to look behind him. I saw Herbert approaching, with Connor behind him. Herbert’s arm was in a cast, hanging in front of his chest, and there was a bruise on Connor’s face, suggesting he had been slightly injured as well. It seemed that the reason Herbert had arrived late was because they had been in a car accident.
Bella’s POV:
I squatted down, gripping Lucas’s arm nervously, and asked, “Are you hurt? Is your head injury serious?”
Lucas smiled and replied, “Mommy, it turns out you really care about me.”
I didn’t know how to respond. After all, the results of the examination hadn’t come in yet.
“I just have a small scrape on my head, but my dad is worse. His arm is broken!”
As he spoke, he turned around and raised his little hand to touch Herbert’s arm, which was in a cast. I slowly stood up and glanced at Herbert’s arm, feeling nothing but indifference.
The injured Connor spoke up.
“I’m sorry, Miss Stepanek. We had a car accident on our way here. Mr. Wharton and Lucas went to the hospital for a simple dressing. That’s why we’re late.”
I held Lucas’s hand and replied lightly, “Since it’s nothing serious, I’ll take Lucas to get his blood drawn.”
Taking Lucas’s hand, I walked inside. Lucas kept looking back at Herbert, shouting, “Daddy, wait for me!”
Herbert waved at Lucas.
We reached the window where they would draw blood. I turned, squatted down, and smiled at Lucas.
“Lucas, don’t cry when they draw your blood.”
