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Chapter 1099 Feigning Illness Is Deception

Chapter 1099 Feigning Illness is Deception

Mavis, who was once again criticized, couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a glare.

He averted his gaze, his breath cold and did not meet her eyes.

Both of them seemed to be awkward, but they didn't know what was making each other feel awkward.

The freshly peeled oranges were cleaned thoroughly, even the orange fibers were removed.

Mavis got up and stuffed the peeled orange into his hand, then picked up a chair and sat far away,

casually picking up a book to read.

It was obvious that she was reluctantly guarding him.

Full of impatience, all expressed in silence.

She would rather read a book to pass the time than find a topic to chat with Anthony.

The atmosphere in the ward was eerie and extremely oppressive.

Anthony remained silent and stopped nitpicking. He picked up a piece of orange and savored it in his

mouth.

The orange was very sweet, but his expression was unpleasant and gloomy.

Kane stood by for a while, feeling suffocated by the damn atmosphere. He quickly found an excuse to

slip away, leaving his iPad and laptop for Anthony to handle work when he was bored.

For a whole afternoon, no one spoke in the ward, breaking the silence.

Until 8 pm, the Callahan family's driver brought Alistair.

Little Alistair's bouncing and jumping made the entire ward feel different as soon as he entered.

There was a new light in Mavis's eyes as she hugged and kissed her precious son, rubbing his little

face.

Alistair pouted and whined, "Mommy, if you keep pinching my cheeks like this, my face will become as

round as a peach."

Mavis couldn't help but smile, "Peach is adorable and it suits you very well."

Without Paloma, Anthony completely withdrew from their conversation, which allowed the mother and

son to have a rare moment of laughter and playfulness.

After Alistair and Mavis had enough conversation, Mavis left the ward and went to talk to the nurse

about dispensing medicine at night.

The little one climbed onto the hospital bed and moved over to sit next to Anthony's left leg, which was

in a cast.

Tap it with his little hand and pinch it, with a curious yet fearful expression on the face.

"Daddy, is this an injury from falling? Does it hurt?"

He was terrified in his heart. The trauma of falling from the rooftop was still there. He always dreamed

that he broke a bone when he fell, and his whole body was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, and

his hands and feet were put in plaster, so he couldn't move.

It was really scary. Just thinking about it made him shiver all over.

Anthony could see that his face was pale, which showed he was really frightened by the plaster leg,

and directly in front of him, his left leg moved in the air.

"Not painful."

Alistair widened his eyes in shock.

When he came over, Paloma told him to be careful not to touch Anthony's injured leg, so as not to

worsen the injury.

But Anthony not only looked good, his leg seemed to be able to move well too.

Alistair wasn't stupid and quickly figured it out. "I know. You're naughty! You're faking it!"

Anthony put a finger to his lips, motioning for Alistair to be quiet.

Alistair pouted and couldn't understand. "Daddy, you said that faking an illness is the same as lying and

can make loved ones worry unnecessarily. I missed my taekwondo class because I faked a stomach

ache before, and you almost spanked me for it. Why can you do something that I can't? It's not fair at

all."

It was unfair; very unfair indeed.

If daddy made a mistake, he should also get punished.

The more Alistair thought about it, the angrier he got. He stood with hands on hips and declared

indignantly, "Hmph! I will go tell mommy and great-grandma!"

"Waaah!"

Anthony stood up quickly and moved fast towards him. Before Alistair could react, Anthony had

grabbed him by the earlobe.

Although it didn't hurt much, the force behind it was intimidating enough to scare him into submission.

"Daddy, you went too far," he whimpered with teary eyes full of sorrowful expression.

"Don't fake cry," Anthony saw through his act immediately. He spoke seriously, "There's a reason why I

did this which I'll explain if you promise not to make any noise or let your mother know."

Alistair nodded frantically in agreement.

Anthony released his son's earlobe then stroked his head gently with palm of hand, "Alistair, do you

want me separated from your mother?"

He shook his head vigorously like a tambourine drum - no way!

When his mother wasn't around before, he used to envy other children who had both parents together

during parent-child sports day events. So, he dreamed of holding hands with both their mother and

father at once!

"That's right," Anthony smiled wryly while raising an eyebrow, "To stay together with your mother

without separation means that I have no choice but to make some sacrifices or even pay some price.

Do you understand what I mean?"

Alistair lowered his head in deep thought but soon understood what Anthony meant by sacrifice and

price paid for love's sake.

"Daddy, you pretended being sick so that mommy wouldn't leave us? So Daddy, you think you have

reasons for doing this?"

"Yes." replied Anthony nodding slightly.

But Alistair became serious again as if trying hard not be fooled easily anymore,"But Mommy doesn't

seem interested in paying attention or talking much with you anyway... so does pretending really work?"

Anthony's mouth twitched slightly at this point...

"Moreover, Great-Grandmother said that pretending to be sick can easily turn into a real illness, which

is a very bad behavior! Daddy, you also said this is considered deception. If Mommy finds out in the

future, she will definitely be even angrier with you, won't she?"

nthony's face turned dark and he fell silent.

The little one was still complaining, "Daddy, your method is too stupid! It's not reliable at all!"

Five minutes later.

Mavis held the medication provided by the nurse and hadn't even entered the ward when she could

hear Alistair's crying through the corridor walls.

She couldn't help but quicken her pace and hurriedly open the door.

Alistair was sitting on Anthony's bed, crying loudly with his little head raised up and tears falling down

as if they were free. He looked very pitiful.

Looking at Anthony, with a relaxed and lazy expression, he had his hands in his pockets and was half-

leaning on the bedhead. He didn't seem to have any intention of comforting or soothing him, but rather

looked like he was just watching a show.

What happened in just over ten minutes while she was away?

"What's going on?"

She asked.

Anthony glanced at her with a tilt of his head, but didn't answer.

Alistair, on the other hand, cried even louder with a pouty face and pointed accusingly at Anthony with

his little hands, saying "Daddy him, he... waaahhh..."

The little one hesitated to speak, humming and muttering.

Anthony furrowed his brow and scolded in a low voice, "Pointing fingers at others is extremely impolite.

Have you forgotten?"

"Wuwu..."

Alistair timidly withdrew his little finger, hiccuped and could only weakly look at Mavis, wanting to

complain about something but not daring to say it.

Mavis walked to the bedside, put down the medicine in her hand, took a tissue and sat gently by her

son to wipe his face.

Her son's eyes were red from crying, and she felt very sorry for him. She turned to glare at Anthony

and asked, "What did you guys talk about just now? If it wasn't something hurtful, Alistair wouldn't be

crying. Did you insult him or hit him?"

She picked up her son's little hand, rolled up his sleeve, and checked for any injuries.

His skin was fair and tender, without any red marks.

Anthony suddenly chuckled, "You don't really know him. He sheds tears like it's nothing, and he can

easily squeeze out a couple of drops anytime."

He looked at Alistair again and said, "A crybaby is not considered a manly man and will be laughed at."

Alistair was so angry that he sobbed and threw himself into Mavis's arms, "Daddy is bad! The worst! I

won't talk to Daddy anymore, boo hoo hoo!"

Mavis quickly patted the child's back to comfort him, feeling speechless. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

"If you can't comfort your son, then don't try to do it. And criticizing him with cold words will only make

him angry. How childish can you be?"

With a lazy expression, Anthony rubbed his brows with his slender fingers, and said casually, "It's not

me who made him cry, so I shouldn't be coaxing him. It's you who should be coaxing him."

"Me?" She was confused.