Chapter: 898
The corners of Joey's lips curled upward. Rachel smiled, too, and cradled his hand.
“I won't leave you alone ever again. I promise.”
"You had better keep your words!" Joey said in feigned seriousness.
It was rare to see him this childish.
Rachel nodded. A soft ping rang out as the elevator arrived on the first floor.
They walked out of the elevator holding hands, but Joey suddenly froze in place. Rachel looked down at the kid in surprise, trying to discern what had happened.
It seemed something had been on his mind long before entering the elevator.
"Mommy... This morning, I overheard the nurse who came to inspect say that Daddy developed a high fever when he returned to his ward last night. She also said the fever persisted all night." Joey looked up at his mother, observing the change in her expression.
“Do you think
I infected him?"
"Get to the point," Rachel said.
"If he truly got it from me, should I visit him?" Joey asked eagerly.
The rise and fall of his chest spoke volumes of how long he had held this request in.
Joey had promised he would help his father, so he couldn't sit back and do nothing. He knew he had to seek opportunities to get his father and mother back on talking terms, by which time they could resolve their misunderstanding.
Rachel knew her son better than anyone else. It was apparent that the boy wasn't worried one bit about Victor's cold. He was just looking for an opportunity to get her to see Victor.
She could tell something was off when Joey had asked her to stay. It vaguely felt like he was trying to arrange for her to see Victor.
‘When did Joey's feelings for Victor change?’ she wondered.
Her eyes darkened. Rachel knew what Joey was planning, but she didn't want to call him out because the boy felt insecure, something she found out a short while ago. She didn't want to scold Joey, but she had no intention of granting his request.
“If you are that worried about him, Lukas can go upstairs with you to see him," Rachel replied. Apparently, she wanted to severe ties with Victor.
“What about you, Mommy?"
“I'LL wait for you in the car."
Joey sighed in disappointment. His plan failed.
He knew his mother as well as she knew him. Rachel always kept her word, so there was no need for him to make a scene. Besides, there was only so much a kid like him could do. The onus was on his father to win her back because it was he who lost her.
Joey quickly considered his options. After a few moments of deep thinking, he changed his mind. He squeezed Rachel's hand softly and said, “Don't worry, Mommy. Let's go home.”
Home...