Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 17

Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 17

When I went to the hospital to visit Nick and Alex, both of them had recovered significantly.

Nick was lying in the hospital bed.

His small body was almost swallowed by the oversized hospital gown, making him look even more fragile.

Alex sat beside the bed with his back facing me, speaking quietly with Nick.

Nick asked softly,

“Dad.”

“Why does Mommy always forget about us?”

Alex was silent for a while.

Then he crouched down, lowering himself to Nick’s eye level.

“Mommy is just lost right now.”

Nick blinked.

“Then when will she find her way back to us?”

Alex reached out and gently rubbed his hair.

“Soon.”

Nick thought seriously for a moment.

Then he smiled a little.

“Okay.”

“Then I’ll keep waiting.”

My tears almost spilled over.

I quickly stepped out of the room and went to the stairwell, trying to calm myself down.

But before the tears had completely stopped, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in my vision.

I froze.

Then slowly looked up.

I met Alex’s deep eyes.

The mark from the slap I had given him was still visible on his face.

My nose suddenly burned

Without thinking iscached out, wanting to touch it

Aler didnt move

He simply stood there and let my fingertips rest against his cheek.

“You remember

My fingers stiffened slightly

Then slowly, I pulled my hand back

7 went to see the doctor who treated me before.”

Aler was silent

After a moment, he took my hand.

Your current condition…

is much better than I expected.”

Jowered my head

Feeling the warmth of his palm, my eyes became red again.

Why was he always thinking about me?

Even now.

I almost wished he would get angry with me

Say something hurtful

Anything

At least then, the guilt inside me wouldn’t feel so heavy

1 sniffed and whispered,

The doctor said the reason I’m still able to stay clear-headed

is because after taking medication for so long my body had developed a tolerance.

“He suggested adjusting my treatment plan.”

“I agreed.”

Alex frowned.

“The new treatment will be painful.”

I smiled softly.

“At least this way, I can stay myself while I’m still living.”

“I don’t want to lose my memories of you again.”

After those words, we fell into a silence we hadn’t shared in a long time.

Finally, I spoke first.

“Seb…”

Alex interrupted me immediately.

“He’s still alive.”

“He’s already been taken into custody by the authorities.”

“I’ll make sure he pays for everything he did.”

Suddenly, Nick’s voice came from inside the room.

“Dad?”

I quickly wiped away my tears and pushed open the door.

But the next second, Alex reached back and held my hand.

He pulled me inside with him.

Hearing footsteps, Nick looked up.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up for a moment.

But quickly…

that hope faded.

He put on that careful expression I knew too well.

“Hello, ma’am.”

My tears immediately fell.

I walked over and crouched beside the bed, looking directly at him..

“Nick.”

“I’m Mommy.”

“Mommy remembers you now.”

Nick froze.

Two seconds later, his lips trembled.

Large tears rolled down his cheeks.

He didn’t make a sound.

He just kept crying.

He slowly raised the hand without the IV and carefully touched my face.

As if making sure the person in front of him was real.

“Mommy?”

His voice was soft.

Uncertain.

“Yeah.”

“Mommy’s here.”

He called again.

A little louder this time.

“Mommy.”

“Yeah.”

“Mommy is staying.”

The next second, Nick threw himself into my arms.

And finally…

he cried out loud.

“Mommy!”

The five-year-old sobbed so hard he could barely speak.

“I… I thought today…”

“You wouldn’t know me again…”

“You’re not a bad mommy…”

“You just…”

“You just forgot me…”

My tears kept falling.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know how many times I repeated those words.

Until my voice became hoarse.

Nick eventually cried himself tired.

He fell asleep in my arms.

But his little hand still held tightly onto the edge of my clothes.

Like he was afraid that if he let go…

Mommy would disappear again.

I sat beside the bed without moving.

Letting him hold on.

In the end, Alex gently walked over and carried Nick back onto the bed.

I moved my stiff arm slightly.

My mind was still hazy.

Then I remembered another question that had been troubling me.

“Alex.”

“Where are my parents?”