Matter of Love

Chapter 903 The Problem About Omar (Part One)

Looking at his mother's angry face, Omar said timidly, "Mommy, are you angry?"

"Forget it, Omar. Listen to me. I have to leave here right now." Rona grabbed her son's shoulder and said.

"Okay, then Omar will go to pack up and go with Mommy." Omar smiled. Although he liked his father very much, he preferred to be with his mother.

Rona looked at her son in embarrassment. She had no choice but to leave by herself. She had to find Omar's biological father, because only he could avenge her, because they had a common enemy.

But she didn't want to take Omar to see his biological father, because he was the same kind of person as her father, Zed, and even more powerful than Zed.

Although Rona didn't treat her child well, Omar was her own child, so she didn't want him to suffer.

According to her understanding of Greg, even if he hated her, he wouldn't vent his anger on Omar. Moreover, strictly speaking, he was still Omar's uncle.

Obviously, Omar was much better with Greg than with his biological father, at least with the side of Greg. When Omar grew up, he would also live in a normal environment, and it would be better for him not to go on the same path as his father.

Moreover, Omar was the safest in Greg's house. Once she won, she would take her son away as soon as possible. If she lost, Greg would also raise Omar up.

Rona held her son's hand and said seriously, "Omar, Mommy can't take you away."

"Why? Mommy? Omar will be obedient and won't make any trouble for Mommy. Mommy, don't leave him alone. " Omar was about to cry and looked at his mother pitifully.

Tears streamed down Rona's cheeks. She touched her son's head with one hand and sobbed, "Baby, I did this all for your own good. You have to listen to me. I will come to pick you up after I finish my work. If Mommy can't come to pick you up, you must learn to do business with Daddy and make more money in the future, because this is the foundation of your foothold. You should also get along well with Leona... "

Rona talked a lot to her son, which was the most she had said to her son for a long time. Perhaps Omar was still young and couldn't fully understand what she meant, but she was afraid that there would be no chance in the future if she didn't say it now.

Finally, Rona asked her son to leave with tears in her eyes, and then she left the hospital quickly. Looking at her mother's back, Omar's eyes were blurred with tears. "Mommy, I remember what you said. Don't worry, Mommy. I won't let you down."

Early in the morning, when Greg found that Rona had left, he stamped his feet. She hadn't told him who Omar's biological father was? At first, Greg didn't care about the answer, but since he knew that Omar was related to him by blood, Greg paid more attention to it, as if he hadn't known something.

After getting the surveillance video of the hospital, he knew that Rona had left at dawn in the morning. Leona said anxiously, "How about sending someone to look for her?"

Greg nodded, "I'll arrange it."

"But if Omar knows that his mother has left again, will he be sad?" said Leona sadly.

With a long sigh, Greg said, "Hiding is not a good idea. We can't hide it from Omar. Omar will come to see his mother later. We'd better tell him the truth."

"But that's too cruel." Although Omar had a prejudice against her, he had saved her life, so she always felt guilty about Omar. Leona said with a little pity.

"He has to face it." Greg turned around and walked towards Omar's ward with Leona in his arms. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

At the door of Omar's ward, Leona stopped and looked at Greg with hesitation, "You'd better go in by yourself. I won't go in, in case he gets emotional."

After thinking for a while, Greg said, "Okay, I'll go in."

In the ward, Omar looked back when he saw that only Greg came in.

Greg thought he missed Rona, so he said, "Omar, I want to tell you something. Your mother has something to deal with and will come back to pick you up later." This was an excuse he came up with Leona before. After all, they couldn't tell Omar in person that his mother had left and didn't intend to take him with her. In that case, the child must be very sad.

Unexpectedly, Omar behaved very calmly and nodded sensibly. "Omar knows. Dad, I want to see Leona, okay? A few days ago, Omar did something wrong and made Leona angry. I wanted to apologize to her in person. "

Greg looked at Omar in surprise. Why did Omar change so much all of a sudden? Before yesterday, he was still full of hostility to Leona. Why did he suddenly change his mind today?

But Greg was happy to hear that. He nodded and said, "No problem. I'll let Leona come in now."

Seeing that Greg came out again, Leona looked at him in confusion and asked, "Why did you come out so soon? Is Omar still sleeping? "

Shaking his head, Greg said happily, "It's Omar who wants to see you. He said he didn't treat you well these days and wanted to ask for your forgiveness."

Although Leona had never said that, Greg knew that she always felt guilty to Omar. She wanted to take good care of him, but it was because of Rona, Omar didn't like Leona.

"Greg, are you telling the truth?" asked Leona in disbelief. Omar said he wanted to see me? "

"Of course, I won't lie to you," said Greg with a smile.

"Okay, I'll see him right now." Said Leona excitedly, and then walked into the ward.

"Leona." Omar called out timidly as soon as he saw Leona.

"Good boy, Omar." Leona's voice was trembling and she kept nodding.

At this time, Omar struggled to sit up. Seeing this, Leona quickly walked over, helped him sit down and asked, "Are you thirsty? Can I get you some water? "

Omar shook his head and held Leona's hand. "I'm not thirsty. I just want to apologize to you face to face. A few days ago, I was too thoughtless and almost hurt you and your baby. Please don't be angry with me, Leona."

Leona waved her hands. "How could I be angry with Omar? As long as Omar doesn't get angry. "

"Can you stay here with me? Daddy has to go to work in the daytime. Omar is so bored here. " Omar said coquettishly.