Chapter: 1208

"I know

I shouldn't have said that, but I just want you to give the two of us a chance."

When Rachel returned to Joey's ward, he had just woken up.

His tiny body looked so frail against the headboard. When he turned and saw Rachel, his pale lips arched in a soft smile.

"Mommy."

Rachel could tell that he was still sad about what had happened in

Victor's ward.

“Are you hungry? Mr. Jimenez brought you some millet porridge. I‘11 serve it for you, okay?" Rachel walked over and gently patted the hair on Joey's forehead.

Joey nodded obediently as his eyes followed Rachel to the side.

“Mommy, where is Mr. Jimenez? Has he already left?"

"Yes. He has something to deal with in the company and will probably be very busy from now on. He won't be able to come here for the next few days." Rachel paused and withdrew her hand. She bit her lip subconsciously when she noted the disappointment in Joey's eyes.

“But he said he will come to pick you up when you leave the hospital."

“Okay.”

Rachel adjusted the height of the bed to a comfortable angle for

Joey. After making him lean properly against the pillow, she turned around and left to get the millet porridge. After a while, she came back with a bowl in hand.

Joey held the spoon with his uninjured hand and drunk the porridge carefully, as he didn't want to spill any.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rachel thought for a while. How could she make her son understand the situation? "Joey, Victor..."

“Mommy, is there any more left?" The porridge in Joey's mouth muffled his words. When Rachel mentioned Victor, he interrupted her.

"This porridge is sweet. I want to have one more bowl, okay?"

It was the first time that Joey had eaten so much in one go.

Rachel smiled, looking at the unfinished bowl in Joey's hand.

"Don't worry. I'll get you another one after you are done. But the doctor said that you need to take good care of your stomach. Although millet porridge is good for you, it won't be so good if you eat too much at once."

“Okay, I know."

Rachel ruffled Joey's hair with a doting smile.

Joey finished the rest of the millet porridge and held the empty bowl. After wiping Joey's mouth, Rachel was about to take the bowl over and fill it again for him, but he moved it to the side as she reached out.