Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611

Older people always cherished the idea of raising children to be plump and healthy.

Vance rubbed his cheek against Josette’s palm, his eyes glistening brighter with unshed tears. His pale, grayish lips trembled. “Okay.”

“Good,” Josette said solemnly. “Listen to the doctors, Anna, and me.”

Vance nodded.

Only then did Josette and Rebecca leave the room. Rebecca wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but both Josette and Anna seemed different now.

Josette’s eyes held a quiet, steely determination, and when they had passed each other in the doorway, Anna had traces of tears on her face.

Rebecca looked back and only saw Anna’s back. The girl stood by Vance’s bed, blocking him from view.

“Grandma,” Rebecca started, “did you say something to Anna?”

Josette nodded. “Yeah.”

“What did you say?” Rebecca pressed, anxiety creeping into her voice. “Was it about Vance’s injury? Is it serious?”

Otherwise, why would Anna be crying?

“It’s not too bad,” Josette replied. “He’s already out of the ICU, which means improvement. The doctor said he’ll keep getting better.”

That aligned with what the doctor had told them earlier in his office.

“Are you really going to cook for him?” Rebecca asked.

“He got hurt while saving us, after all,” Josette sighed. “Gabriel will cover all the medical bills and has hired a caregiver. But the grudges between Vance and us run too deep.

“You two think you’re so clever,” Josette teased. “One’s a designer, and the other’s a PhD. What, you need a committee meeting to make dinner?”

The mother and son both burst into laughter.

The atmosphere in the house was warm and festive. Rebecca laughed and celebrated with everyone. They enjoyed the evening together and watched the holiday broadcast on the international channel.

As the youngest in the family, she received their gifts first.

“Alright, staying up late is for grown-ups. Kids get their gifts and go to bed,” Josette said, telling that she was forcing her cheerfulness.

Rebecca had prepared thoughtful gifts for the three of them. After handing them out, she followed Josette’s advice and went upstairs.

The voices and music from downstairs faded away, as if behind a thick fog. Once her world grew quiet, her mood plummeted. All the fake energy drained away.

She lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her heart clenched tight like it was trapped in a vise.