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Bianca watched the blood trickling from his temple without a hint of sympathy. She just softened her voice and said calmly, “Blair, the only connection between us now is Winnie. From now on, I won’t and don’t want to have anything to do with you. It’s true that I once loved you, but now and forever, you’re just my ex–husband, an indelible stain on my life’s journey.”
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With that, she didn’t give Blair a chance to respond and walked out of the kitchen.
When Bianca entered the living room, she saw Maxine sitting on the sofa, watching TV and munching on Roasted Seeds.
She just glanced briefly and then looked away as she headed out of the living room.
After Bianca left, Maxine put down the Roasted Seeds and went into the kitchen.
She had heard them arguing earlier.
Though she hadn’t caught what the fight was about, she was glad they were fighting. That way, her daughter might have a chance to move in.
Entering the kitchen, Maxine saw blood oozing from Blair’s forehead. She hurried over and asked anxiously, “Blair, are you okay? How could she hit you so viciously?”
Blair didn’t respond, instead pushing away Maxine’s outstretched hand that tried to steady him. Blood from his forehead trailed down his cheek into his eye. He blinked, face icy, and strode out of the kitchen.
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Seeing Blair ignore her, Maxine froze momentarily, but the next instant, a deep smile spread across her face.
When Bianca stepped out of Harmony Residence, daylight had fully broken. The weather was dreary–overcast, gloomy, and damp with a biting chill.
Though nearing work hours, Bianca remembered Winnie was still hospitalized and decided to request three days off from her supervisor. After securing the leave via phone call, she resolved to bring breakfast to Winnie.
She visited several porridge stalls before finding a satisfactory one. Arriving at the hospital, she found Winnie still asleep. Bianca sat by the bed, her heart twisting into knots as she gazed at her daughter’s pallid face.
Nearly half an hour passed before Winnie slowly opened her eyes. Though inwardly glad to see Bianca, she found herself unable to utter the word “Mom.” Bianca didn’t take offense, instead asking patiently, “Feeling any better?” Her hand touched Winnie’s forehead–the fever had subsided.
Winnie swallowed, her throat burning as if sliced by razor blades. Tears welled in her reddened eyes and spilled over. Recognizing her discomfort, Bianca murmured softly, “I brought porridge. Have some, then rest a bit more.”
Winnie nodded faintly. “Mm.”
Helping Winnie sit up, Bianca helped her freshen up before feeding her the porridge. Winnie took one small spoonful, only to immediately spit it out. Bianca swiftly caught the rejected food with a tissue. “What’s
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wrong? Doesn’t it taste good?”
Pouting, Winnie rasped hoarsely, “This isn’t your porridge. I want the porridge you make.” The memory of Maxine overturning her homemade porridge sent sharp pangs through Bianca’s chest. Helpless, she coaxed, “Be good, Winnie. Just eat a little for now. I’ll make something delicious for lunch, okay?”
Winnie lifted her eyes to Bianca. She saw exhaustion etched on her mother’s face, but felt no sympathy–only boundless resentment. I’m sick, yet Mom doesn’t care at all. She won’t even make my porridge. The thought flooded her with self–pity. Since Mom didn’t care, she didn’t want her company either.
Winnie lay back down, turning her back to Bianca. “Go do your things. I have Dad and Aunt Diane with me.”
Even then, Bianca kept her patience. “Winnie, I’m a pediatric surgeon. This flu causes fever for three to five days, and the first few days are critical. I’ve taken leave. I’ll stay with you for three days.”
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