My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Mocked at the Street Stall

Editor: Henyee Translations

Candy ended up needing three stitches. She had also lost quite a bit of blood, which made Damien’s heart ache.

Part of him wanted to stay by her side, buy her pretty clothes, spoil her with good food, and somehow make up for everything she’d gone through that day.

Unfortunately, a mountain of work was waiting for him back at the office.

"Mr. Vaughn, the finance team still has several documents waiting for your approval," Ryan reminded him. "And the sales team is still waiting on those contracts."

Damien had already broken his own rules by walking out of a meeting full of senior executives to rush to Candy’s side. He couldn’t neglect his responsibilities any longer. Reluctantly, he left Candy in Ryan’s care.

Ryan stayed with her while she received an antibiotic shot, made sure she finished her meal, and was preparing to take her shopping for some new clothes.

Just as they were leaving the hospital room, however, they ran into someone unexpected.

"Doris!"

"Candy?" Doris Morton stopped in her tracks. Her eyes immediately landed on the bandages wrapped around Candy’s arm. Then she looked at Ryan. "What happened? What are you doing in the hospital? And who is he?"

Candy briefly explained what had happened.

The more Doris listened, the angrier she became. So Candy had been hurt badly enough to end up in the hospital? Someone needed to answer for that. Just as Doris was about to ask more questions, Candy grabbed her hand.

"Doris, can you please not tell Mom everything?" Her voice was small and pleading. "I don’t want her to worry."

Doris felt both angry and heartbroken. But Candy wasn’t finished. "It’s okay." She offered a weak smile. "A nice gentleman already took care of it for me." Then she added, "Please don’t tell Mom. I don’t want to cause her any more trouble."

In the end, Doris thanked Ryan for everything he had done. Then she took Candy home with her and sent Cecelia a message.

The moment she got off work, Cecelia rushed straight to Doris’s apartment. Only after arriving did she discover that Candy had been injured. Her heart immediately dropped.

Candy, meanwhile, took all the blame herself.

"It was my fault." She lowered her head guiltily. "I wasn’t paying attention and ran into the corner of a desk." Then she quickly added, "Luckily, Doris took me to the hospital right away."

She wrapped her arms around Cecelia. "Mom, I don’t want to go back to that daycare anymore." Her eyes brightened hopefully. "Can I just stay here and play with Doris instead?"

Doris, however, was already fuming.

"Wow, Cecelia Archer." She folded her arms. "You’ve got some nerve. You moved out. You enrolled Candy in daycare. You found your own place. And somehow you didn’t tell me any of it." She pointed at herself. "What am I now? Some random acquaintance?"

Knowing she was completely in the wrong, Cecelia immediately switched into apology mode. She and Doris had been friends since middle school.

Doris was her only true best friend. Over the years, she’d never hidden anything from her.

Except for the marriage certificate.

Everything had happened so suddenly and absurdly that she hadn’t even known how to explain it. More than anything, she hadn’t wanted Doris to worry.

"I was going to tell you today." She raised her hand. "I swear. I just didn’t expect you to find out first." Then she smiled sheepishly. "I’m sorry, okay? It won’t happen again."

Doris snorted, "You’d rather stay in a hotel than come to me." She rolled her eyes. "Looks like you’re rolling in money these days."

In truth, Doris’s family circumstances were somewhat better than Cecelia’s.

Both of her parents were alive and healthy, and her family was comfortably middle-class. After graduation, they had supported her dream of working in fashion and helped her establish her own design studio.

Unfortunately, the fashion industry was fiercely competitive. She was still trying to make a name for herself. At the moment, she was practically living out of her studio, so there simply wasn’t enough room for Cecelia and a child.

"That’s not it at all." Cecelia laughed helplessly. "Everything’s been chaotic these last few days. I haven’t even had time to look for an apartment." Then she grabbed Doris’s arm. "And besides, you know far more people than I do." Her smile turned pleading. "I’ll need your help finding a place. So don’t abandon me now, okay?"

Although Doris continued grumbling, her anger quickly faded. Before long, she’d forgiven her.

The three of them ordered takeout and ate together.

After dinner, Doris immediately started making calls. Soon, she had found a one-bedroom apartment for Cecelia.

After paying three months’ rent upfront along with the security deposit, Cecelia’s savings dwindled rapidly.

Thinking about Candy starting school in September—as well as the money she’d promised her brother for the home renovations—a headache began forming behind her eyes.

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