Chapter 767


    And with that, she quickly shed a few tears, “Balfour, I know I messed up. I didn’t take good enough


    care of Baber. But please don’t send him away. I swear I’ll try harder to be a better mom and take


    better care of Baber.”


    Balfour looked at his headache of a sister, gently rubbed his temples, and said, “Alright, keep an eye on


    the kid for now, I’ve gotta go take a call.”


    Balfour turned to leave as his phone buzzed in his hand. But before he could even take a step, Baber


    grabbed his hand, weakly pleading, “Balfour, don’t


    go…


    Baber was scared. He was terrified that once Balfour left, he’d be stuck with his mom.


    When they were alone, his mom turned into a monster.


    Balfour wasn’t sure exactly what the kid was afraid of. All he did was pat Baber’s cheek and quietly


    reassure him, “Be good, I’m just gonna take a call. Let Mom keep youpany for a bit; I’ll be right


    back.”


    Baber’s eyes were wide with fear, he looked like he was about to cry, “Balfour, don’t go. I’m scared.”


    After seeing the kid so distressed, suspicion sparked in Balfour’s mind. He nced over at Patricia,


    who was standing nearby.


    What was Baber so afraid of?


    Was he afraid of his own mother?


    Since when did the kid start avoiding Patricia?


    Did Patricia lose her temper with him when she ran out of patience?


    His phone was still buzzing; it was an important work call, and he had to take it.


    Balfour tried to soothe Baber with a fewforting words before stepping out to take the call.


    Baber’s small hand reached out helplessly towards the retreating figure of Balfour, but he couldn’t


    grasp him.


    When the door finally closed and the sound of Balfour’s footsteps faded away, Patricia stepped


    forward,nding a harsh p on the child in the bed and angrily snapped at him. “Naughty boy! What


    are you reaching out for? Do you want to let everyone know how scared you are of me?”


    Baber was immediately scared to tears.


    The little boy, who could barely talk, could only plead for forgiveness with simple words, “Mommy, I’m


    sorry… I messed up.”


    Patricia, unsatisfied with his apology, gave him another harsh p, “If you make a sound, just wait and


    see how I’ll deal with you when we get home!”


    Baber was in pain and scared. He gritted his teeth, trying his best not to cry out.


    A few minutester, Balfour returned from his call to see Baber’s face red and swollen, with tear stains


    on his cheeks.


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    He frowned, “What happened? I was only gone for a call, how did his face get so red?”


    Patricia, who was by the bedside attending to the child, replied helplessly, “Balfour, I told you, Baber


    can’t be without you. The moment you left, he got so worked up that his face turned red.”


    Balfour wasn’t convinced. He reached out to touch the child’s cheek. It was indeed hot.


    He sat down and gently reassured him, “Baber, it’s okay, I’m here. The doctor will be here soon; don’t


    be scared.”


    Baber, having just experienced Patricia’s terror, didn’t dare to cry or speak. He could only weakly nod


    his head.


    Patricia seized the opportunity and said, “Balfour, I’m going to get some cool patches for Baber from


    my bag downstairs.”


    Balfour replied, “Alright, but hurry back. Don’t dawdle.”


    “Okay, I got it.”


    With Balfour’s permission, Patricia left the room with ulterior motives and went downstairs.