Sorry, Major Hubby, Your Nanny Wife Has Secrets Too novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Alexander gently comforted hh: “Then you need to sleep well and take your medicine, or mommy will worry.”

But he couldn’t bring himself to promise that Lydia would come back.

After putting his son to sleep that night, the delayed pain finally surged up.

Lydia’s distance and coldness kept flashing through his mind, making his chest feel like something had stabbed it.

Alexander sat on the balcony all night, cigarette butts piling up at his feet.

All the affection and trust had been worn away by his and his son’s day–after–day testing.

He knew Lydia would never come back.

When I got off the plane alone, I was worried Ethan would tear

r me apart when he saw me.

He just came over and hugged me, with no words of blame: “Good to have you back, good to have you back.”

I slowly hugged him back, breaking down completely.

“Ethan, I’m sorry.”

The moment I saw family, all my grievances could no longer be held back.

Without a word, Ethan took me to the hospital to treat the wound on my arm and get a full physical.

As the doctor bandaged my arm, Ethan beside me stayed silent for a long time.

Then he suddenly said: “When I get the chance, I’m definitely going to destroy that Brooks bastard.”

His viciousness startled me: “You want to fight again? If grandpa finds out, you better prepare for family punishment.”

“Besides, I have nothing to do with him anymore.”

Ethan let out a cold laugh: “You better worry about yourself. Even dad and your uncles are all coming back tonight.”

At most I’d get a scolding. I said to the doctor: “Please wrap my arm up thick.”

Old folks feel sorry for their kids–maybe they’d even skip the punishment.

After Ethan got my medical report, he immediately sent it to the family group chat.

On the way home, he stayed unusually quiet.

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I couldn’t help teasing him: “It’s not terminal cancer–why the long face?”

“So what if my spine’s a little deformed, my shoulder hones are a hit sunken, and my knees are severely worn–it’s no big deal.”

He glanced at me: “I suggest you shut up now.”

The family elders didn’t scold me. Though they resented my years away from home, they felt more heartache than

anger.

Even my strictest uncle just sighed: “Good to have you back, good to have you back.”

Lying in bed that night, the pain in my bones finally hit.

I’d never easily mentioned any hardship in front of the father and son before, afraid of burdening them psychologically.

But I’d forgotten the saying that only crying children get candy.

After coming home, besides recovering from my injuries, I spent time fishing with grandpa and grandma.

I lay lazily in a rocking chair, feeling like I was back to childhood for a moment.

In the little rocking chair beside me lay a chubby little girl

She was left behind when Ethan’s classmate came to visit–the couple had run off to enjoy some alone time.

That mess was dumped on me.

I could only take her out to the hot spring resort.

Watching her sleep, I couldn’t help poking her chubby little cheeks.

On the way back to the room carrying her, a small figure followed behind me.

He suddenly ran over and hugged my legs, voice thick with tears: “Mommy, I found you.”

“Why haven’t you come back to see Leo for so long?”