Malcolm hugged Molly. His footsteps stopped. A pair of dark and deep eyes stared at Anthony who was in front of him. He was looking at him up and down, but did not speak.
Anthony took two steps forward and looked down to cover the guilt in his eyes.
"Today is the first birthday of the two babies. Although I know that you and Lyra are not planning to make a birthday party, I bought cakes and gifts to celebrate for them."
"I didn't know until I went to Lyre Spiti that you brought Spencer and Momo to the lab for blood tests..."
He paused for a moment and didn't dare to look at Molly who was in Malcolm's arms. Then he swallowed hard and mustered up the courage to ask, "Have you got the test result? How are Spencer and Momo ... ?"
Malcolm told him the truth in a calm tone, "Momo is fine, but Spencer does have virus residues in his body, which is why he was born weaker than Momo."
"Jimmy said Spencer is too young and in poor health to withstand the force of the antidote. And he could not use inhibitors to relieve the pain during the onset. He could only be treated conservatively, such as infusion, and taking medicine."
The calmer Malcolm was when he said so, the heavier Anthony felt his heart was.
Anthony's clenched fists trembled. His eyes were red, and he suppressed the surging guilt in his heart.
He opened his mouth, trying to explain and to justify his original behavior. He shouldn't implicate innocent babies because of the grudges between adults.
But all the excuses he had seemed extremely lame. In the end, he lowered his head in frustration and said in a low tone, "I'm sorry."
Apart from the three words, he didn't seem to be able to make up for anything...
Malcolm wasn't a hypocrite and just let him stand in the rain, "You really should apologize, not to me, but to Spencer. And you should even make up for your mistakes for him."
Anthony nodded, "Yes, hurting Spencer is the biggest regret in my life. I will definitely try my best to make up for the two babies."
Malcolm didn't say anything later. Although his black eyes looked deep, he was no resentful.
After all, it all happened in the past. Even if he killed Anthony, Spencer would not be able to recover immediately, so he might as well let him make up for it.
Molly in Malcolm's arms seemed to hear the familiar voice of his godfather. She grabbed the raincoat with her little hands, opened it slightly, and looked back at Anthony with her big eyes.
"Yah~"
She smiled innocently and babbled happily. Then she stretched out her small hand in Anthony's direction.
That meant she wanted to hug Anthony.
Anthony's eyes looked gentle and he shook his head at her, "My body is too wet to hold you. You will catch a cold."
As if she understood what it meant when Anthony was shaking his head, Molly compressed her little lips, felt aggrieved, and looked like she was about to cry.
Malcolm was sullen and whispered, "Don't deliberately cry to trick your godfather into hugging. If you have a cold and fever, you will have to get an injection. It will hurt. Are you afraid of that?"
Frowning, Molly sniffled, grabbed her daddy's shirt with both hands and leaned into his arms.
Anthony: "I want to let go of the Callahan Group and devote all my energy to taking care of Spencer. Let me accompany him in the lab for infusion therapy, okay?"
"If it's just taking care of him, of course, but..." Malcolm paused, and narrowed his eyes sharply, as if he could see what he was thinking.
"The medicines in the laboratory are all confidential. You are no longer a public official. If you dare to wait for an opportunity to do something, I can't spare you."
Anthony's long eyelashes covered his blue eyes. His tone was very low, "I won't do it. I am no longer the Anthony who stood against you before. I can get the Callahan family in power and it was all because of your secret help. I stand with you. I will not harm you again. I won't take those drugs. It's useless."
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