Chapter 191
Love After Divorce by BELLA
Chapter 191:
Tristan was furious; however, he couldnât do anything to them. After all, Alia was just a child. Soon, Adrian was pushed into the operating room.
Tristan and Stella waited outside. Observing how fragile she was, he held her hand tightly and comforted her softly. âItâs okay.
Believe me, Stella, I am a doctor. Iâm telling you he will be fine. He will be alright. Itâs just a minor operation.â
Stella trembled. âTristan, I am more afraid that he will have psychological trauma when he wakes up. Will this affect his height?
Will there be any lasting effects?â
âHe will be okay. He will be fine. The injuries are not severe,â Tristan reassured her.
Seeing the terrible expression on the man beside her, RK sat on the bench with Alia beside him. She tugged at his shirt sleeve with her little hands and said weakly, âDaddy, I am sorry. I know I was wrong!â
She knew she was wrong and promised she would never do it again. However, she hated it deeply when others mentioned her mother to her.
Looking at the little girlâs wrinkled face, RK reached out and lifted her onto his lap. He rubbed her head gently and said softly, âI believe that you didnât do it on purpose, but you shouldnât apologize to me. You should apologize to Adrian when he wakes up.
Donât target him anymore in the future, okay?â
âMmmm, okay!â To be honest, if it werenât for the sudden appearance of a brother competing for her fatherâs attention, she would still like Adrian.
After waiting for more than an hour, Adrian was finally brought out. The little fellow was sleeping on the hospital bed, his face pale.
Stella couldnât help but cry again and again. Her voice was hoarse from trying; she had never been so scared in her life as she was today. Fortunately, the doctor had said that his bones were not seriously injured.
âAuntie, I am sorry! Itâs my fault. I should not have pushed Brother Adrian. Donât be sad!â
Even though she was angry, Stellaâs anger dissipated upon hearing the words of the four-year-old Alia.
âItâs okay. Just donât do this in the future.â
After saying that lightly, Stella stood by the bed, not saying another word.
More books uploaded on gⱯlnÏνíls.cøm RK took Alia away. After sending her back, he returned to the hospital with drinks and some washed fruits.
Stella didnât appreciate his kindness at all. No matter what he said, she ignored him.
When Tristan came back from the doctorâs room, he couldnât stand it any longer. He frowned and drove RK away. âStella doesnât want to see you! With you here, her condition will only get worse!â
RK left without hesitation, which made Stella uncomfortable. The child was injured, yet he left after a few words from Tristan.
âHa... If it were Alia lying there, would he still leave?â
âTristan, I want him gone, nor do I want him to provoke Adrian. As long as he comes, you can drive him away.â
âOkay, I wonât let him disturb you.â
When Adrian woke up, it was already the next morning. As he opened his eyes, he saw Stellaâs tired face. The little fellow felt so wrong that he started to cry as soon as he saw her. âMommy, it hurts...â
âWhere does it hurt?â Stella asked, preparing to call for a doctor.
The little fellow wiped her tears. âMommy, I am fine now. I just wanted to tell you that I was in so much pain when I saw you so tired...â
âYou... Do you want to scare me to death?â Stella was both angry and anxious. The mischievous child had just woken up, yet he was already trying to frighten her. It would be a pity if he didnât become an actor.
âMommy, I am fine. Why are you still in the hospital? I thought you needed to get an injunction.â
âYou donât have to get an injunction, but your leg is injured. You have to stay in the hospital for a few days. You need to lie down and not move. If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me anytime. If Iâm not here, tell the nurse or Uncle Tristan. He has gone to buy breakfast and will come back soon. Are you hungry?â Stella expressed her maternal love.
Adrian was a good child; he wouldnât make things difficult for his mother. He didnât mention Alia or bring up that little girl. If it werenât for her, he wouldnât be lying here.
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