Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 393

Dixon felt distressed to see Sonia like this.

Why did she become like this? Because he forced her to.

Dixon's white face was full of blood, "Sonia... calm down!"

Victor cried with tears, "Mommy, I was wrong, I will never do this again. Don't be afraid, I'm still..."

Sonia shivered all over, like a frightened bird. She fell into a psychological state like being hypnotized. Dixon held her when her nosebleed dripped on his shoulders.

Later, when Carl heard the movement, he saw the scene when Sonia was frightened and forcibly pressed in Dixon's arms. He turned on the lights and didn't speak. "Let her go!"

When seeing Carl, the blood on Dixon's face came into Carl's eyes. Carl frowned, "What's the matter?!"

Sonia looked back and saw Carl's face, but it was "brother" that came out of her mouth.

Dixon didn't have time to care about his own appearance, and he went to the hospital with Sonia. Carl called them from behind, "Stop!"

Dixon's hand was shaking. "She is stimulated and needs stability..."

"Leaving her is the greatest stability you can give her."

Carl stepped forward and looked at him in the eye. He didn't let go at night. "I will go, but she must also be observed by a doctor!"

Victor did not dare to disturb the conversation between the two men, and he felt it was much more terrible than the atmosphere between Jarvis and Leon.

Later, Carl and Dixon went to the hospital with Sonia, and Victor jumped on the bus together. Leon, who lived far away, made them not know that such a farce had happened in the living room, but only found that when they woke up... Sonia and Victor were gone.

When Sonia woke up, her face was pale with pills beside her.

Escitalopram oxalate tablets.

Tandospirone citrate capsules.

Specializing in depression and anxiety.

Sonia saw Dixon, Victor and Carl when she turned around.

She was sedated last night, but the effect still lasted. She felt that her brain was still groggy and her cerebral cortex was not fully conscious. She stared at the three men in front of her, including her youngest son Victor.

The three people stared at her intently at the same time, and it took a long time for Sonia to find the perception of tongue.

"What are you... doing?"

Dixon breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair.

Carl had a cold attitude and did not say a word, but Victor broke the silence. "You had a relapse yesterday, and we brought you to the hospital overnight."

"I have a relapse?"

Sonia touched her face, grabbed the quilt on her body and clutched it.

They found her shaking.

When tears fall down, the woman was obviously crying and still laughing at the corners of her mouth. "I'm sorry... I didn't hold back my emotions... I didn't control it well..."

Dixon's whole heart hurt.

Carl clenched his fingers when he saw Sonia, but he couldn't say a word.

He was born to be not good at expressing.

Depression was difficult to be cured completely. It could only gradually fade in life, when it stroke again, the feeling will soon take away your consciousness again. Sonia's injury in her life had never healed.

It only hurt over and over again.