Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Chapter 62

I didn't pay too much attention to what my daughter was saying, because fundamentally, I didn't need Enzo to understand me. The apartment I rented is much smaller than Ron's, with only two bedrooms, but it's more than enough and it has all the amenities. The furnishings are adequate, and the rent is relatively cheap. It's quite difficult to find a place like this in a big city.

"Mom, why don't we live with Dad?" Rollo innocently asked.

I gently ruffled the little one's head. "From now on, we'll be living here. Ron will come to visit you anytime, so don't feel down."

"Rollo, stop crying. What's good about living with that guy?!" Min tightly held Rollo's hand and scolded him loudly. In Min's eyes, Ron was just a stranger trying to insert himself into their family, so she disliked him greatly.

"Why are you saying that, sis? He's my dad!" Rollo didn't want his sister to speak about their father like that.

Min wanted to say that Ron wasn't their father, that their father was actually Enzo Robert, but she stopped herself from discussing this matter any further.

"Sis, you shouldn't speak badly about my dad." Rollo suddenly spoke up, then burst into tears and clung tightly to me.

Min didn't say anything, just sighed and went into the bedroom. I knew she was uncomfortable because she couldn't express what she wanted to say. Min was well aware of how Enzo, Rollo's father, mistreated him when we were still in his mansion.

So, even though Enzo was standing in front of Rollo now, it wasn't certain that the little one would acknowledge him as his father.

I comforted Rollo with a pat on the back. Though I didn't want to, I couldn't deny that half of Rollo's blood flowing within him was Enzo's.

By evening, Ron brought fruit juice that Rollo liked and a bottle of wine.

"Welcome to your new home," Ron said cheerfully.

Dinner was filled with joyful laughter of the three of us, but Min remained indifferent and aloof. Throughout the meal, she only said two sentences: "I don't like it" and "This is cheap stuff." Fortunately, Ron didn't pay attention to Min's words. Having lived with Enzo for a while, Min's personality had also been influenced.

A child who has grown accustomed to a life of indulgence with expensive and precious things may find it difficult to accept ordinary and inexpensive items. Even the fruit Rollo likes is not cheap, and the bottle of wine that Ron brought could be worth three months of my salary.

After dinner ended, Ron stayed behind to help me clean up, and everyone watched TV until the clock struck 10 o'clock. Min looked at Ron with a disapproving and cold gaze.

"Why haven't you left yet? There's not enough room for you to sleep here. And who invited you here today anyway? You are so tactless and disrespectful," Min said.

I was taken aback and confused by the little girl's words, not expecting Min to speak so impolitely to Ron. Such words wouldn't be spoken by a normal child.

Before Ron and I could respond, Rollo rushed over to embrace Ron tightly and glared at his sister.

"You can't talk to my Dad like that. Dad has to stay here, he can't go anywhere. It should be you who should leave, Min. Leave here and go back to that wicked man!" Rollo shouted.

Ron and I were still surprised by Min's attitude when we were startled by Rollo's words. The boy looked at Min as if she were an enemy, and this was the first time I had seen this side of him.

"Rollo, you shouldn't speak to your sister like that," Ron said, comforting the boy with a gentle touch.

I looked at Min, who still appeared bewildered by her own brother's words. This unexpected situation left me speechless, and for the first time, I didn't know how to handle it.

Once again, Ron took the initiative to resolve the situation. He stood up, gently consoled Rollo, and lightly patted Min's head, though she avoided his touch.

"Alright, you two, no more arguing. Rollo, it's time for Dad to go home now."

"Why does Dad have to leave? Isn't this your home? Why did Mom let her come here? Mom, please take her back to that wicked man! I don't like her!" Rollo said while crying.

I chuckled awkwardly and comforted Rollo, saying, "Tomorrow, Ron has an early commitment, you know. It's not the first time Dad won't be home to sleep."

Only then did Rollo wipe away the tears from his face and ask softly, "Is that really true?" The boy glanced at Ron with hopeful eyes.

Ron nodded, "That's right, so whenever Dad finishes work, can I take us out to play?"

After Ron left, the new house became a bit quieter. I put Rollo to sleep first, and when I entered the living room, Min was still sitting there watching TV. The child didn't cry, make noise, or show any signs of anger or discomfort.

"Min... Rollo was just joking, don't take it seriously," I gently reassured and caressed.

"Rollo wasn't joking," Min said softly, then brushed me off and went back to the bedroom.

I didn't want to hurt anyone. Maybe Min would feel lost in our conversation. But all I could do was comfort and try to soothe Min's mood.

At two in the morning, I received a call from Ron. I didn't understand why he was calling at this hour.

"Ron? What's going on?"

[You're the victim's relative, right? Your husband has had an accident and is being treated at Hospital C.]

"What! He had an accident?" I exclaimed loudly in shock.

[Yes, he had an accident. Please come here quickly.] The person on the other end spoke with a serious and urgent tone.

My ears rang, and I felt like I couldn't think of anything. My limbs trembled uncontrollably. On the way, I was panicked and scared. I didn't know when tears started falling.

When I arrived, Ron was still being treated. A police officer came to comfort me and gave an update on the current situation.

"You're here now. He's being treated. The doctor also said not to worry, so take deep and slow breaths."

I trembled as I looked towards the emergency room. "He... he'll be okay, right?"

"During our patrol, we happened to come across the accident. The person responsible fled quickly, and we had to take the victim to the hospital first, so we couldn't catch the culprit," the police officer explained.

I just nodded, but my gaze remained fixed on the emergency room. After two hours, the doctor came out, and I rushed over to inquire.

"Doctor, how is he doing?"

"Are you a family member of the patient?" The doctor asked, and I nodded without hesitation. After the doctor explained that Ron's condition had improved and the critical phase had passed, I finally let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of fear had been suffocating me, making it hard to breathe.

Seeing his pale face and the need for oxygen, I wanted to cry out loud, but I had to hold back my emotions. I sat by his side, staying like that until the sun had risen high. It was only then that I remembered Min and Rollo at home, with no one to take care of them.

I hurriedly went outside to call Min and remind her.

"Min, are you awake? I need to go out for a bit, could you take care of Rollo for a while? I'll be back soon."

There was silence on the other end of the line, and I thought maybe she was still upset about last night. But when a deep and familiar voice answered, my heart seemed to stop, a voice that resonated with me.

"Sure, you focus on your tasks. I'll look after the kids."

I was taken aback and shocked, unable to say a word. I hadn't disclosed my current location to him. Suddenly, I thought of Min; perhaps she had told Enzo.

"Why... Why are you in my house? Get out of my house now! If you harm my child, don't blame me for being ruthless!" I shouted, losing my composure.

What surprised me was Enzo's lack of irritation at my words; he remained calm.

"You can't think so poorly of me, I would never harm my own child. Alright, the kids are having breakfast."

Then Enzo hung up, ignoring my repeated calls. At this point, I felt like I was sitting on a bed of hot coals, torn between worry and panic. I couldn't leave right now because Ron was still unconscious. My only option was to place distant hope in Enzo; he knew Rollo was his biological son, so he wouldn't harm him.

These thoughts kept repeating in my head, but perhaps my past experiences had left me haunted. The relationship between Rollo and Enzo was far from harmonious; the boy was always fearful and anxious around his own father.

Since I couldn't reach Enzo by phone, I resorted to texting.

[It's best if you don't make my son afraid. Otherwise, I will kill you!]

The doctor who had been treating Ron approached me, concerned.

"Are you alright? Your face is very pale. Yesterday you were so agitated that I couldn't ask about your relationship with the victim."

I put away my phone. "I'm a friend of his. We're close, and he doesn't live with his family, so I don't know much about his family and couldn't contact them. When will he wake up?"

"Soon, possibly later today or tomorrow. I'm going in to check on him now." The doctor said, then opened the door and went in. I followed behind.

After a while of examination, the doctor reassured me once again. "His condition is no longer critical, so don't worry. By the way, you seemed quite rushed earlier. Is something wrong?"

I hesitated, not wanting to reveal that the doctor had overheard my phone conversation just now. I brushed it off, "It's nothing. I received a call from the police officer early this morning about Ron's critical condition, so I rushed over. My two children are still young, and I'm worried about them being home alone and not able to take care of each other."

"But hasn't your husband been taking care of them?" The doctor chuckled before leaving.

I was stunned by the doctor's words.