Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 378

Camila’s Suspicion Camila was prepared to inject another needle into Brian’s arm. She looked at Silas for his help to fold Brian’s sleeve up by a notch. Silas paused for a while and walked toward Brian to fold his sleeve, revealing a long, albeit shallow, cut. This startled Camila “How did you get this?” Before Silas could explain, Brian answered, “Some burglar broke into my house last night, guess that’s how I got it.” Camila contemplated but refrained from asking further. Now she knew why Silas refused to let him carry anything when they ascended the floor-he knew he was injured. With all that had happened, Carnila’s suspicions grew bigger as to the fact that there was something behind why Silas abandoned his mother and brother back then.

She applied the last needle onto Brian and stood up. “Alright, we will remove the needles twenty minutes later. Until then, do not move” She then rested on the couch opposite the room. Silas sat beside her and asked, “Are you tired? Would you like a massage?” Camila threw him a stare. “I’d be fine if you’d annoy me less.” Silas chuckled. “When have I annoyed you?” Camila scoffed lightly, “Just a while ago Just because you didn’t say it out loud, it doesn’t mean I don’t know you were making fun of me!” Upon hearing that, Silas failed to hold back any longer. Besides, recalling the dumplings Camila made earlier in the evening only tickled him further. He tried hard to wipe the grin off his face, but Camila caught it right away, and she angrily pointed at him “Look at you; you’re laughing again!” Silas gave up and let out a loud giggle, but before Camila could get angry, he pulled her into his arms and comforted her, “No, no, no. I was just laughing at how adorable you are.” Camila pouted her lips. “Yeah, right. You were just laughing at me.” “I wasn’t” Silas swore. “Everyone’s got something they’re good and bad at. Look at how good you are at designing clothes, and acupuncture; I’m not good at those. So what if you can’t cook well? It’s the boyfriend’s job to cook, and the girlfriend’s job to eat. As for making dumplings, we can do it together if you know how to, or I could do it all myself. You don’t have to worry.” Such soothing words, which sounded not much different from a confession, consoled Camila. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

On the other hand, Brian’s face lit up. He thought he would feel jealous looking at

them, but he did not. He was rather glad to see the smiles on their faces. This was the outcome he had hoped for. Twenty minutes passed, and Camila removed the needles. Silas asked, “If we see the effects tomorrow, does that mean you are able to treat him?” Camila said, “Theoretically, yes. That just proves my diagnosis.” Silas asked again, “How long will this treatment take, then?” Camila answered, “Brian’s situation is quite serious, even if I treat him, it’d take at least half a month of continuous acupuncture treatment, with supplementary medication.” Silas ieplied, “Okay.” He then turned to Brian. “Do you feel anything?” Brian replied, “Not much.” In truth, he did feel something different. He had been feeling clouded and groggy for quite some time, but after the treatment, his mind felt unexpectedly clear and focused again. He dared not reveal it, for fear that it was only This own imagination. Silas comforted him, “li’s just the start After all, you’ve had this condition for so many years; it’s not something we can fix in a short while.”

Both men hung out at the Brooklyn Residence until 11.00PM before Brian decided to leave. As Silas escorted Brian to the entrance, he asked, “Do you need me to arrange for someone to send you back?” Brian scoffed, “Don’t think I’d forgive you just because you saved me a few times.” Silas was speechless. “Fine. As you wish!” Brian ignored him and walked out. Two steps later, he stopped and replied, “If you don’t treat her right, I’ll take her away from you.”