Chapter 203


    “You just woke up, so you need to eat something to replenish your strength. Have some, okay?”


    Angeline said softly, but the boy just continued staring at her in fear.


    Angeline let out a helpless sigh and tried to pull the nket off. When her fingers were about to make


    contact with the nket, however, the boy freaked out and shifted himself to the corner of the bed.


    Caught off guard by his sudden outburst, Angeline spilled the oatmeal all over herself.


    “Take it easy with the boy. You need to be more patient with him. Have you forgotten what the doctor


    told you?” Nancy said as she entered the ward. She then helped clean Angeline’s clothes with a paper


    towel.


    Angeline could only let out a helpless sigh in response.


    She pulled up a table, ced the bowl on top of it, and shed the boy a gentle smile. “I won’t touch


    you, but you need to eat some of this.”


    After that, Angeline stood up and stepped away to put some distance between them.


    The boy, who was still staring cautiously at her up until then, finally rxed his tense shoulders when


    he felt a little safer.


    Seeing him slowly sticking his legs out of the nket, Angeline breathed a sigh of relief and dragged


    Nancy aside to have a private conversation with her.


    “What’s going on?” Nancy asked.


    Angeline had to fight back her tears as she exined, “The doctor said his condition is stable for now,


    but he’s badly injured by the beatings he received. Not only does he have severe autism, but he also


    has a congenital heart disease.”


    Nancy’s eyes went wide with shock. “What? How did things get this serious? Is there no way to treat


    him?”


    “The doctor told me they could try to treat his autism, but the chances of them sessfully treating his


    congenital heart disease are extremely low. That’s especially the case here in this country.”


    Angeline suddenly felt her legs go weak and had to lean against the wall to stabilize herself.


    “You poor thing.”


    Nancy’s eyes were filled with sympathy as she looked at her.


    Angeline has suffered so muchtely… She rejected all job offers and stayed at the hospital to look


    after that boy… Her hair is in a mess, her face is really pale, and she didn’t even bring her clothes with


    her…


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    Angeline nced at the boy on the bed and saw him awkwardly scooping the oatmeal with the spoon.


    Although she was relieved to see that he was finally eating, her tone was still filled with guilt as she


    said, “I haven’t heard him say a single word since he woke up. In fact, I don’t even know his name. I’m


    such a failure of a mother!”


    “No, you’re not. You need to pull yourself together, Angeline.” Nancy gave her aforting hug. “It’s


    not your fault that he was beaten. His adoptive father is the one to me for all this. Now that we’ve


    found him and brought him back, there’s hope!”


    Angeline patted herself on the cheeks and took a deep breath to regain herposure.


    “Yeah, you’re right. I’ve had my foreign friend contact the most famous cardiologists in the country. I’ll


    bring the boy over once all the preparations areplete.”


    “All right. I’ll try asking my friends for help as well…”


    Right then, they heard a loud noise.


    As Angeline turned toward the bed, she saw that the boy had dropped the bowl because of theck of


    strength in his arms. The bowl shattered upon contact with the floor, and the oatmeal spilled


    everywhere.


    Frightened by the loud noise, he quickly hid under the nket and shivered in fear.


    Angeline quickly ran toward the bed and cleaned up the mess whileforting him, “It’s fine. It’s just a


    broken bowl. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”


    Unable to stand how cautious she was being, Nancy frowned as she lifted the nket and scooped the


    boy into her arms.


    The boy immediately started thrashing around in response.


    “Be a good boy and stop struggling,” Nancy said in a slightly stern voice.


    The boy was so scared that he froze and stared at her in fear.


    Nancy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw himplying with her instructions.


    If Angeline can’t bring herself to educate him, then I will do it for her!


    “Have you calmed down yet? Good. Now, listen to me very carefully. We understand that you’ve been


    through a lot of pain in the past, but do you know why your parents used to hit you so much?”


    Having been reminded of his past, the boy teared up in response to her words.


    “That’s because they’re not your real parents!” Nancy then pointed at Angeline. “She is your real


    mommy. Just remember that no one’s going to hurt you ever again. We’re all going to take good care of


    you, so you don’t have to be afraid. Just tell us whatever is on your mind. Do you understand?”


    The next thing they knew, the boy waspletely frozen and didn’t even blink.


    Angeline quickly ran up to him and said, “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. If you’re unable to


    ept me as your mother, you can always treat me like a caretaker or something. I just want to take


    good care of you.”


    Having finally found her child, Angeline was determined to protect him at all costs.


    She didn’t even care if she had to humble herself before her own child.


    The boy suddenly blinked and pointed at the nightstand with a trembling hand.


    “What is it? Are you thirsty?” Nancy asked in confusion.


    Angeline, on the other hand, instantly understood what he meant. With a look of disbelief in her eyes,


    she quickly grabbed the pen and sketchbook from the nightstand and handed them to him.


    She had been researching treatment methods online ever since she found out about her child having


    autism. Fearing that he would get bored, she had bought him some stationery for drawing.


    However, he had never used them until this very moment.


    “Is this what you want?” Angeline asked while handing him the pen and paper.


    The boy took them and frowned as he thought long and hard about what he wanted to write. After what


    seemed like forever, he started writing something down.


    Despite having attended school, he still didn’t know how to write and struggled a lot just to write a


    single word.


    “Sebastian? What does he mean by that?” Nancy asked in puzzlement after taking some time to make


    out what he wrote.


    Angeline’s eyes were red as she patted the boy on the head. “This is his name!”


    I’ve been wondering about this for so long now! So, his name is Sebastian. Who would’ve thought a kid


    from the countryside would have such an elegant name?