In the end, it was still me who, crying, found my son burning with a high fever and unconscious and brought him back home.
Out of the corner of my eye, my gaze fell to my side. On my son's diagnosis report, thankfully this time everything was still in time.
In this life, my son and I won't fuss over true feelings anymore. As long as Jasmine can do a mother's duty and find a matching bone marrow source for my son, that's enough.
When it was completely dark, Jasmine finally came back with Derek and his son.
Carrying big bags and small bags, and also bringing a warm, cozy hot pot smell all over her.
An unnatural look flashed through Jasmine's eyes. "It was too cold today, so I just took the two of them to eat something outside."
After thinking about it, she rarely added, "You also know, these years it hasn't been easy for him to live alone with the child. Tommy isn't like Ethan. Since he was little, he hasn't eaten much..."
I didn't say anything.
I only swept a glance at Tommy's sturdy build, which was an obvious contrast with my son.
A smug look flashed through Derek's eyes, and he smiled as he patted his son, acting like the man of the house.