Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 295

"Dad..."

Oliver came out from his examination, leaning against Adrian, looking heartbroken.

Adrian patted his shoulder. "This is only temporary."

Oliver understood the implication.

He had once firmly believed in his father.

But twice now, his father had failed to change his mother's mind about him.

He was hurt, yet his mother hadn't even looked at him, let alone treated his injuries.

Even if she didn't apply medicine, shouldn't she at least have asked if he was okay?

He refused to believe she wasn't his mother.

She was!

Adrian seemed to sense his thoughts. He had someone bring Oliver a glass of warm milk and said again, "Trust me."

Oliver had no choice but to trust him. He was, after all, only a little over six years old, just a child.

A thought occurred to him, and he asked, "Will Mommy celebrate my birthday with me this year?"

His birthday had just passed, and his mother hadn't even made him pancakes.

In previous years, she had always baked him a big, handmade cake.

Every year, the cake would feature his favorite cartoon characters, and each one was different.

Not only that, he hadn't even heard her say 'Happy Birthday' to him.

And then she had left again.

A few days later, news broke of her marriage to someone else.

When he saw her again, she was still so cold to him.

"Dad, is it because Mommy married another man? Is that why she's not my mommy anymore and doesn't want me?"

A dark glint flashed in Adrian's eyes, but his voice was gentle when he spoke. "She won't marry another man. The wedding was just a tactic. You're too young to understand. All you need to know is that she and I are not divorced, and she will always be your mother."

"Speaking of clinical trials, will they be in this country or abroad?" Amanda asked with a smile that was both pleading and a little cunning. "Andrew's facility would be perfect, you know."

Isabel already knew what she was thinking. "I've already set some aside for your family."

Amanda threw her arms around her. "You are my goddess."

Isabel gently pushed her away. "Gratitude is welcome. Cheesiness is not."

"This calls for a celebration," Evelyn said, wrapping an arm around Edmund. "Our brilliant Edmund played a huge part in this. Tell me, what do you want to eat? Auntie will arrange everything."

Edmund leaned against Isabel, perfectly behaved. "I'll have whatever Mommy's having."

Evelyn clicked her tongue and asked Amanda, "Is your son like this?"

"Not exactly," Amanda said. "Mine is obedient and well-behaved, but he's not as smart. You can't compare him to a genius like Edmund. If you ask him what he wants to eat, he won't ask what I want. He'll just start drooling thinking about it. Don't even get me started."

She said it with a sigh, but it was clear that beneath the frustration was a deep well of happiness.

Evelyn said, "This is making me want to have kids."