Divorced but Delighted novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285 But What Can I Do?

Dr. Charles knew that Freddy was just trying to make fun of him and ease the atmosphere, so he didn’t pretend to be angry or quarrel with him as usual.

He just smiled, and there was a look of relief on his face.

“When I was not transferred to New York, I lived in my hometown with my mother. At that time, although I didn’t have much money, my profession was decent. I lived with my mother in that era, and I still had extra money every month.

She was good at cooking, but I didn’t have time to eat when I was busy with work. She thought of a lot of ways to let me eat something. After she sent me to the hospital, she watched me finish eating.

The busiest time was during the holidays. There were many patients.

At that time, there were fewer doctors, and I was busy all night. Since I started working, I had never had dinner with my mother.

When my mother was sick, it was Christmas Day. I was still on duty in the hospital. My mother was worried that I would starve at night, so she sent me something to eat at 1 a.m. Then she suddenly fainted in the hospital, which scared me.”

Speaking of this, Dr. Charles raised the corner of his mouth and forced a smile.

If there was wine on the table at this time, Dr. Charles would have drunk it.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else in front of him except for food.

He looked at the dishes with red eyes. “I’ve saved a lot of people in my life, and I’m

respectfully called a good doctor. But I can’t even save my own mother…”

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Dr. Charles couldn’t control his emotions any longer. Tears streamed down his face.

They all kept silent.

It was so quiet that only Dr. Charles’s heavy so bs could be heard.

He wiped away his tears. Perhaps it was because someone was hearing today, he kept talking.

“I’m not a good doctor. I saved so many people, but I couldn’t save my mother who

raised me up alone. She was thin and skinny, and she kept asking me to take care of

myself.

After she passed away, I ate a lot of dishes, but none of them tasted like this.”

It was not that the dishes in those restaurants were not authentic, but that they tasted different from what he remembered.

Even the dish made by Cierra today was different from the taste in his memory.

It was just that this was the most similar taste in so many years.

He smiled bitterly. “I truly never imagined that the dish that Cierra cooked today would stir up so many memories of my youth. Thank you, thank you…”

This dish reminded him of his mother.

He remembered his mother’s warning.

He almost made him think that he was a big shot and immersed himself in the glory

that didn’t exist.

He almost forgot to be humble, and he was full of pride.

If he really died like this, he would regret it.

These words also made Cierra move.

She was just not convinced that Dr. Charles said that her dishes were not authentic. She didn’t expect this dish to have such a background.