Chapter 442 Don''t Touch My Son


    In the end, Albert didn''t say anything. He walked out of the room with Harris and closed the door. Albert


    sighed deeply.


    "Hey, Albert, don''t sigh. If you sigh, I also want to sigh. I''m worried about Brain. When I think that he is


    sick, I feel pain in my heart."


    Albert nced at Harris. ''Is this old man only interested in his grandson?'' Albert wondered in his heart.


    Although he also felt sorry for his grandson who was sick, it was Brain who had gone too far today.


    Although children had to be persuaded, their adults could not tolerate and indulge them all the time,


    could they?


    "Why are you looking at me like that?"


    "It doesn''t matter. You only have your grandson in your heart."


    As soon as Albert finished his words, Albert turned around and went back to his room. Harris shivered


    all over his body. He still remembered that a few days ago, when he went to the garden to see those


    old women dancing in the square, and then he saw a woman in her fifties looking at an old man in a


    faint way.


    That woman sighed, "It is okay. Don''t worry about me. Anyway, in your heart, she is the only one you


    love, not me."


    Well, he must have thought too much. That was enough. Was he really lonely for too long? Did he need


    an olddy to apany him?


    In the room, after Harris and Albert left, Enrique took Bruce back to his own bed and gently covered


    him with a quilt. When he turned around, he saw that Teresa was still carefully wiping Brain''s face.


    "Well, don''t be hypocritical. They''re all gone. Who else do you want to show?"


    With a sneer, Enrique grabbed the towel from Teresa''s hand and threw it heavily on her face. Teresa


    didn''t say anything. She took the towel off her face again, turned around and went to the bathroom.


    After she washed her face and rinsed her mouth, she returned to Brain''s side and wanted to wipe his


    little body again.


    "Teresa, if you touch my son again, you may see the body of Fiona on TV tomorrow."


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    Teresa''s hand froze. She pressed her lips and stood by the bed. Her eyes were fixed on Brain''s slightly


    red and swollen face. It was her who pped him.


    "Oh, sure enough. In your heart, even Fiona is more important than these two children. Since you can''t


    be a good mother, don''t hypocritically say that you want to fight for the custody of the children at the


    very beginning. Now it seems that the reason why you want to fight for the custody of the children is


    that you are not willing to let me take away the two children from you, are you?"


    "Enrique. Both Brain and Bruce are my children. Brain is sick now. He... Ah..."


    p! Burning with anger, Enrique raised his hand and pped Teresa. Teresa let out a scream and


    took a step back. Finally, she lost her bnce and fell down. Her forehead hit the table and


    immediately bulged up. A sneer appeared on Enrique''s face.


    "You are good at pretending to be pitiful. Now I find that the more I look at you, the more disgusting and


    hypocritical you are."


    Paying no attention to Teresa anymore, Enrique took the towel and carefully helped to wipe Brain''s


    sweat. But the two of them didn''t notice that on another bed not far away, Bruce moved slightly. His


    tears kept falling and his father hit his mother.


    ''Daddy must be angry with me and Brain so he hit mommy. We must have got mommy into trouble.'' But


    Bruce knew that he couldn''t move, because if he moved, his mother would be sadder. So he couldn''t


    move! Bruce bit his lower lip hard and didn''t dare to cry out loud.


    Teresa felt a sharp pain in her head. No matter what Enrique said to her, it made no difference to her.


    What she cared about was the child in bed.


    That night, Enrique took care of Brain in his room for the whole night. He didn''t allow Teresa to touch


    his son again. Teresa didn''t dare to move, because she knew that even if he just threatened her with


    Fiona, she couldn''t...


    It was not until the second morning that Enrique went back to his room, washed his face and drove


    back to hispany that she dared to go forward and put her hand on Brain''s little head. Fortunately,


    he didn''t have a fever anymore. Teresa secretly let out a sigh of relief.


    "Mommy."


    Not knowing when, Bruce had woken up. He stood beside Teresa in pajamas. Before Teresa could turn


    around, the little boy held Teresa''s shin and burst into tears. Bruce was not a child who could easily cry,


    but this time, he cried very sadly.


    "Bruce, why are you crying? Don''t cry. You will wake Brain up."


    "Mommy, does it hurt?"


    Teresa stretched out her hand and picked up Bruce, but she didn''t sleep for the whole night. She hadn''t


    eaten anything sincest night, and there was a big bump on her head. It was a little difficult for her to


    hold Bruce. Bruce reached out and touched Teresa''s face and forehead.


    "Mommy, does it still hurt?"


    Teresa didn''t cry when she was pped by Enrique and her head hit the table, but was forced to cry by


    a small movement of Bruce. Her tears fell down along her cheeks, and Bruce reached out his hand and


    gently wiped them for her.


    "Bruce, good boy."


    "Mommy, I hate Brain so much. I hate Brain so much."


    Bruce finally spoke it out, crying on Teresa''s shoulder. He hated Brain not because he beat him


    yesterday, but because he made his father quarrel with his mother, and because of him, his father beat


    his mother. His mother must be very bitter, but she said nothing.


    "Bruce, I don''t allow you to do this. How can you hate Brain?"


    "He said he would protect mommy. But it was all because of him that daddy hit mommy! It''s all because


    of him."


    ...


    Brain, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly burst into tears. In fact, he woke up when his mother


    gently wiped his face. He pretended to be asleep because he was afraid and didn''t know how to face


    his mother. However, Bruce said he hated him not because he hit him, but becausest night, his father


    hit his mother because of him.


    He said he would protect his mother and grow up as soon as possible. But it was all because of him.


    Teresa was also flustered. She put the crying Bruce on the bed and looked after Brain who was


    unwilling to open his eyes. His cry also made Teresa''s heart ache.