"Behind bars?" Damon seed to not entirely grasp my aning.
It seed like he wasn’t fully aware of what had just happened.
I then told him about Catherine’s visit to Leo and the subsequent police incident, watching as his face gradually darkened.
"Anyway, I’ve accomplished a task for you, so our deal is over," I gestured for him to leave. "You can go back and explain things to Catherine, so she won’t misunderstand."
"When you called , I was in a eting. That’s why I didn’t pick up," Damon explained to , ignoring my words.
Of course, I knew he was busy. In the past, even if I had sothing urgent, he wouldn’t pick up my calls while he was working.
I was accustod to this. But I wondered whether Catherine would be able to.
"You should explain this to Catherine. She tried to contact you but couldn’t get through, which led to the misunderstanding," I kindly reminded him.
"There’s nothing to explain to her. I just need to understand what’s happening." Damon’s response was rather nonchalant.
I wondered why he had bothered to co find .
Right now, Yara was in the living room, waiting for to feed her. I didn’t want Damon to discover Yara was here..
The baby’s crying echoed from the living room, and I took the opportunity to say, "If there’s nothing else, I need to go feed the baby. You should leave"
"Mmm," Damon grunted in affirmation, turning to leave.
I returned to the living room, only to see a scene that shocked . Yara had vomited, and the vomit had gotten into her nose. Her little face was flushed and she looked uncomfortable.
I quickly picked up Yara, helping her clean up a bit, but she still seed uncomfortable and vomited again.
What was going on? I hadn’t fed her yet, so it couldn’t be that she had choked on milk and vomited.
Norah, hearing the commotion, rushed out. Being more experienced than , she imdiately suggested that Yara might have a problem with her stomach and that we should take her to the hospital!
Serena and Brandon were still asleep, and Norah had to stay at ho to look after her, which ant I had to take Yara to the hospital by myself.
Luna had entrusted with her child. I absolutely couldn’t let anything happen to her, or else I wouldn’t be able to face Luna. Carrying Yara, I rushed out of the house, intending to drive to the hospital, but discovered that Damon hadn’t left yet. He was standing by the roadside, looking like a finely sculpted statue under the sunlight, a thin stream of smoke coming from the cigarette between his fingers.
He noticed rushing out with Yara and frowned, looking at the baby in my arms. "So Mitch’s kid is really here with you."
I didn’t know how to respond.
Damon and Mitch were undoubtedly close friends. He had previously helped fend off Mitch, probably thinking that Yara wasn’t really at my place. Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he might spill the beans to Mitch.
And I couldn’t let Mitch take the baby away before Luna returned!
"Is there sothing wrong with her?" Damon, observant as he was, noticed that sothing was off with Yara. He stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash can before opening his car door, "Get in. We’re going to the hospital."
Given the current situation, Yara was of utmost importance. Having soone to drive us was definitely the best case scenario. If I drove, what if she was alone in the backseat and started vomiting again?
Without hesitation, I got into the car.
Damon didn’t ask any unnecessary questions on the way, but drove as fast as he could to the hospital.
After reaching the hospital, I carried Yara towards the pediatric ward. But in my rush to leave the house, I hadn’t even changed my shoes, and running in flip-flops was quite the task. Damon took Yara from and strode ahead, his pace much faster than mine.
With Damon’s help, I managed to register Yara and get her examined. It turned out that she had gastroenteritis.
Infants had weak immune systems and could easily fall ill if not taken care of properly.
Since Norah and I had to take care of three babies of about the sa age these days, we might have neglected so details.
After getting so dicine, my heart finally settled down, and we headed back.
"Thank you," I sincerely thanked Damon in the car.
"Did Luna entrust her child to you?" Damon asked as he drove, his voice calm and indifferent, revealing no emotion.
"Mmm, she had to go back to deal with the other two children." I looked down at Yara, who had fallen asleep in my arms.
Poor little one. She had no idea that her parents were going through a divorce.
Damon didn’t say anything further and just drove. But my heart was in my throat because I didn’t know whether he would tell Mitch.
Eventually, I couldn’t help but ask, "Damon, will you tell Mitch about this?"
Damon paused for a few seconds before counter-questioning, "What do you think?"
"I know that given your relationship with Mitch, it might be difficult for you to keep this a secret. But you also know that Mitch is the root cause of all this. Unless he understands what it feels like to lose his wife and children, he will never repent," I explained softly.
"That’s between him and Luna. I’m his friend," Damon responded lightly.
My heart sank at his words.
Did he an he was definitely going to tell Mitch?
I knew it wouldn’t be this easy. No matter how much Damon expressed his disapproval of Mitch, he would still side with his good friend in action.
It seed like I needed to find a new place to hide Yara when I got back.
Just then, Damon’s phone rang. I thought it would be Catherine, but it was soone I was even less willing to deal with at the mont, Mitch. When Mitch’s voice sounded in the car, I was afraid that Yara would suddenly cry out and he would hear it. Was Damon doing this deliberately?
"Damon, where are you?" Mitch’s mood seed relatively stable today.
"I’m in the car. What’s up?" Damon replied without ntioning that I and Yara were in the car.
"I have sothing to tell you. You know that project I was having revised? I’ve been following up on it, but I might need to go back ho for a few days. I’ve handed the project over to Ariana. Once it’s revised, she’ll give it to you, okay?" It turned out that Mitch was planning to go back ho, probably because of issues with Luna and the kids.
Before he left, he passed off his work to Ariana to handle.
Is this guy out of his mind?
Wasn’t he going back to patch things up with Luna?
"Ariana is not up to par. Get soone else," Damon’s words were blunt, leaving no room for Mitch’s pride.
"She’s pretty competent. Trust . She’s contributed a lot to this project, Damon. I simply admire her work," Mitch’s defense sounded utterly ludicrous.
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