And Yasmin also posted many photos of them taking care of Armand together on her social media.
Several of them were photos of Leonard lying exhausted in her arms.
Leonard also commented. [Wiping asses for the shit some people do ....]
He always forgot to give me a key to the house, so I went to get one myself.
During this period, I was also packing my luggage at home.
Seven days passed in a flash.
And just the day before I embarked on the journey, Leonard finally sent me a message.
[Armand has a fever, come and take him home.]
Armand was discharged from the hospital a few days ago, but did not go home.
I frowned, but still went to pick my son up.
The destination was a private ballroom in a hotel.
As soon as I walked into the room, everyone looked at me in surprise.
Leonard unconsciously said to me, "What are you doing here?"
Looking at Yasmin’s triumphant smile, I knew that she was the one who sent the message using Leonard’s phone.
Leonard made new progress in his clinical research yesterday, so he held a celebration party today.
Everyone was there, but I was the only one who was not invited.
Leonard had no choice but to let me sit down first.