Super Wife’s Three Babies novel Chapter 1240

Chapter 1240 Paint a Happy Future

Stefanie was silent for a while before uttering, “Isn’t she still unaware of it? Since you are already with her, just make up for it in the future. She obviously doesn’t remember anything, so why do you have to tell her now? What can be changed by showing me your temper?”

Alex also didn’t know the point of losing his temper with his mother.

However, guilt, worry, distress, and all the negative emotions came to him one after another, making him restless.

He didn’t know what else he could do for Jewel!

Then, he said weakly, “Don’t you think we are bullying her right now? Bullying her because she doesn’t remember anything. Every time I see her, I feel so guilty, but I dare not say anything. I’m afraid that by telling her the truth, I won’t even have a chance to see her again.”

Stefanie brought the phone closer and looked at him in distress. “Okay. I know you feel sorry for her, but if Jewel remembers everything one day, I promise to apologize to her. Is that okay? Now that she doesn’t remember anything, it would only cause her more problems if she knew. Are you able to give up on her? If not, then why don’t you just take the chance to treat her right?”

Alex sighed weakly. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the door, so he hung up the call in a panic.

Indeed, his original intention was to hide the past because he couldn’t bear the consequences of losing her.

However, if he didn’t do something, he would feel even more apologetic to her.

The door of the room opened, and Jewel walked in with a bowl of medicine to find Alex’s reddened eyes.

She immediately looked away before a thought came into her mind: Stefanie felt bad seeing her injured son, so when Alex saw his mother crying, his eyes reddened.

No matter what, a mother and child just had a special connection.

Perhaps one day, Stefanie might come over to check on her injured son.

In fact, she couldn’t help blaming herself for being the reason Alex got injured. He was hurt because he wanted to help her investigate her past.

She tried her best to smile and said, “It’s time to take your medicine. I made it myself!”

Alex’s impression of making medicine was the traditional way of boiling it. It would be done on a few stoves with different types of herbs in each pot. Frowning, he asked, “Why do you have to make the medicine yourself?”