What We Had Was Never Real novel Chapter 3

Natania hailed a taxi and had it follow Rosalie's car.

When they arrived at the hospital, she continued to follow Rosalie toward a room and stopped right outside.

Through the glass window on the door, she could see everything going on inside the room. Immediately, her heart ached terribly when she saw the scene before her. She bit her lip tightly, forcing herself not to make a single sound.

Inside the room, Stephen's son was on an IV drip, the paleness of his small face making him appear particularly pitiful.

Stephen was beyond anxious as he paced around the room, yelling, "Just what are you all doing? How could you fail to cure a child's fever? You're all so useless!"

Natania recognized the doctor moving about busily off to the side. He was Stephen's best friend, Quentin Zahn.

"Your son only has a fever because he caught a cold. It's your own fault for not looking after him properly, so don't take your anger out on my colleagues!"

After a brief pause, Quentin went on, "Stephen, I honestly don't know what you're thinking. Didn't you say that you would give the woman a sum of money and send her away after she gave birth? Now, the kid is just having a minor cold, yet you brought him here and even called me over. What if Tania finds out?"

Stephen was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, sounding tired and exasperated. "What else can I do? She's Andy's mother. Every time she leaves, he starts crying and throwing a tantrum. I can't just let him keep on crying, can I?"

"Hah! Is it the boy who can't bear to part with her, or is it you? You know better than anyone else the answer to that," Quentin retorted, scoffing.

Upon hearing that, Stephen grew even more annoyed and frustrated. He massaged his throbbing temples. "Stop spouting nonsense. I will only ever love Natania in this life, but the Fost family can't go without an heir. You have to help me keep this matter from Tania. I don't want to see her hurt.

"As for Rosalie, at the end of the day, she still gave me a son. I can't exactly mistreat her either."

It was at this point that Rosalie finally pushed the door open and entered the room. Tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

"Stevie, it's all my fault for not taking care of Andy well enough. After you left last night, he developed a fever and kept crying, saying he wanted to see you. I was worried about disturbing you and Ms. Wendell, and that's why I didn't contact you then…"

Stroking his son's feverish cheeks, Stephen sighed, his heart softening.

He pulled Rosalie into a hug and comforted her, "Don't cry, Rosalie. I'm not blaming you. Andy is our son, but I failed to perform my responsibilities as his father."

Rosalie clutched his clothes with one hand while dragging a finger across his chest. "Stevie, I know I can't compare to Ms. Wendell, but I just can't stand our son suffering any grievances…"

Stephen's brow instantly furrowed. "I'd like to see who would dare make my son suffer! Regardless, you need to take care of yourself as well. Look at what a mess you've made of yourself."

He raised a hand, gently wiping away the tears clinging to her lashes. The intimate gesture sent a stab of pain through Natania's heart.

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