Chapter 35 I Swear
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Shawn held her tighter, gently patting her back. “Alright, don’t cry. Mommy and I aren’t planning to have another baby right now. Just rest for a bit if you’re feeling unwell”
“Dad… Mom just wants to have a little brother. She’s scared you’ll abandon her. She’s been drinking medicine and going to the doctor’s every day, booloo, don’t have a little brother with her.” Yuna was crying her heart out, and she somehow pinned the whole “having a son” thing on me.
I was taken aback and looked at Shawn.
He pressed his lips together, his gaze fixed on me with a hint of frustration.
I felt both helpless and speechless. I admitted that before this, I had indeed been seeing a traditional medicine doctor, drinking herbal medicine, and acting as if I desperately wanted a son. But now, I had let go of that thought.
Shawn’s expression was full of blame, as if silently accusing me of making my intentions too obvious–so much so that it had already begun affecting our daughter’s emotional well–being.
Shawn’s gaze stung me, but since I had already decided to divorce him, there was no need to keep these thoughts bottled up. So, I spoke with certainty, making my stance clear to Yuna, “Don’t worry. I won’t have another baby. You will be my only child in this lifetime.”
“Really?” Yuna turned to look at me, her pale little face finally showing a hint of a smile. “Mommy, swear it.”
I immediately raised my hand and swore, “I, Tiffany Mayfield, swear right here–if I ever have another child with Shawn Hartwell, may I be cursed.”
“Tiffany, that’s enough.” Shawn’s expression darkened, taken aback by my words. His voice was firm as he reprimanded me, “Don’t say such nonsense in front of the child.”
“I’m not talking nonsense–I already made my vow,” I said with a smile.
The look of blame on Shawn’s face disappeared, replaced by a heavy, brooding silence.
He must think I was even more irrational than Yuna.
“Mommy, I believe you. You said you’d only love me,” Yuna said, her attitude shifting instantly. She reached out, wanting me to hold her.
I pulled her into my arms, but unlike before, I didn’t give her endless kisses on her cheeks, hair, or arms, filled with motherly love.
Now, I saw Yuna simply as a child–one who needed an adult’s care. But the kind of love I used to shower her with so easily? I wasn’t going to give it so freely anymore.
“Mommy, hold me tighter. I’m cold,” Yuna murmured softly, sensing that my embrace lacked warmth.
I hugged her tighter.
The doctor diagnosed her with a possible viral cold, complicated by rotavirus–induced diarrhea and vomiting. With a persistent high fever and severe svmptoms. Yuna was hospitalized.
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Chapter 351 Swear
When Shawn returned, Queena was with him.
She brought some toys and food, but their arrival woke Yuna.
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As soon as Yuna opened her eyes and saw Queena, she lit up with excitement. “Queena, you’re here she exclaimed happily.
Queena walked over and hugged her gently, but Yuna quickly pushed her away. “Don’t hug me! I have a cold. The doctor said it’s contagious–you shouldn’t get too close.”
The moment she said that, I stiffened.
Queena hugged her, yet she was worried about Queena getting infected. But what about me?
Just moments ago, she was complaining about dizziness and insisting that I hug her while she got the injection.
Queena still held her tightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her little head. “It’s okay, I just want to hug you. My poor girl, what happened to your hand? Why is it swollen?”
“That blind nurse messed up and made my hand swell. It hurts!” Yuna huffed angrily.
Queena quickly turned, taking a towel from the small basin Shawn had brought and began preparing warm
water.
Shawn walked over and said, “Yuna seems to be feeling a bit better.”
I was still in a daze. My daughter, as usual, was more concerned about the mistress than me.
“Yeah, I’m a little hungry. I’m heading downstairs to grab something to eat. You and Ms. Tackman can stay with her.
“We brought food…” Shawn grabbed my arm. “Let’s eat here.”
I was in a bad mood and shook off his hand. “No, I want to eat downstairs.”
Without another word, I walked out and nearly bumped into Queena outside the door.
“I want to help warm Yuna’s hand, you don’t mind, do you?” Queena asked, her tone soft but with an underlying edge.
It was clear to me that she was poking at the wound in my heart, acting all gentle while making me look foolish and stupid.
“No, it’s fine. Thank you,‘ I said with a forced smile, then quickly walked toward the elevator.
Queena was trying to win over Shawn and Yuna, but I didn’t care anymore. A man who can’t be kept is better off let go–there’s nothing wrong with that.
