Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Chapter 16 She was stimulated five years ago.

When Dixon cto the hospital the next day, the attending physician of Sonia had changed. When he saw Dixon, he called him, handed over sreport materials to him. He sighed and said, "Mr. Borris, your wife's condition is not very good..." With no reason, he didn't explain the true relationship between them. The doctor continued, "She has severe depression, and she must have encountered great stimulation. Mr. Borris, have you... and your wife had anything happened before?" Dixon looked at the report in his hand. His fingers were even hurt by this thin paper.

His throat was sour, as if a ball of cotton blocked in it. It took him a long tto say, "No... no." "Well, alas." The attending doctor took off his glasses and wiped them. "She can't be cured only by taking medicine. We checked and found that she already has a treatment record, but she didn't take medicine on time. She takes medicine to restrain herself when she reacts.

It can't be cured in this way. She doesn't cooperate with the treatment in her heart... Mr. Borris, it may take a long time. Do you know what your wife likes best?" The doctor's last words froze Dixon.

What does... Sonia like best? He didn't know it at all.

Dixon felt that he could no longer communicate with the doctor. He said a few words casually and left. When he left, he still thought of the doctor's words- "Your wife should have experienced sbad things. Mr. Borris, if you know the truth, I hope you can tell us, so that we can customize the treatment plan... Your wife is in a bad healthy condition. You know, the scars on her hand are not hurt in a moment. Her hand is full of new injuries and old injuries. The latest injury... was two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago... the day was so close! How many times did she hurt herself about the scars on her arm? He can't believe she has always had the habit of self-harm.

When the pressure was too great for her to bear, she held the knife and stabbed her wrist in the middle of the night.

Sonia disguised herself under her proud appearance. She was no longer the proud lady five years ago. Her soul has already been fragmented, and the rest was just her obsession.

Dixon did not dare to think more. He went back to the door of the ward of Sonia, tossing and turning. For the first time, he had the idea of escaping.

He was... afraid to face a woman, his ex-wife-a murderer who was sent to prison by himself five years ago.

Sonia killed Maria, but now she lives such a life. Dixon feels that he should be happy.

But when he saw her, he was clearly not happy. He always felt that he was the chief culprit who hurt her like this. Dixon stood at the door for a long twith pale face, but he finally didn't enter the ward.

He turned to the other end of the corridor and took out his mobile phone.

"It's me." The man put the other hand in his pocket, and his tall and straight figure is like a beautiful picture. Even in the hospital, countless little nurses secretly looked at him and guessed his identity.

"Investigate... what happened during the five years when Sonia was imprisoned." Dixon finally made up his mind and said that sentence. At the stime, he felt severely painful. He didn't want to doubt it, but he had to verify this thing. "I suspect that someone bullied her in prison under the guise of my name." Victor was picked up from kindergarten by Dixon in the afternoon. When he got on the car, he sighed and said, "Mr. Borris, don't imprison me.

I won't run away. At best, I'll go back to Mommy.

If you are kind, you can cto seeonce a month. I will be very grateful to you." Dixon was so angry that he wanted to hit the flower bed with his car. What the fuck was this little bastard saying?! Does he recognize him as his father?! He is his fucking son? If the results of DNA hadn't identified the father-son relationship between them, he thought he wasn't his son.

Dixon held back his impulse to step on the accelerator, drove the car on the elevated road to the hospital, and then said, "Little bastard, is it your attitude talking to your father?" Victor sighed. Maybe he was sighing for himself, or for Dixon.

"Mr. Borris..." "CallDad!" "... Mr. Borris... you listen tofirst..." "CallDad!" "Dad... Dad..." Victor stammered this name. He was not used to it. His face turned red. "You... don't forceto call you..." "You'll get used to it after you callmany times." Dixon felt that his mood suddenly got better. When he heard this little guy call him Dad, he finally felt happy and comfortable. He said, "I am your father. Is there any problem for you to callDad?" Victor said. "But you never cared aboutsince I was born." Dixon took a deep breath and said, "Your mother hid you so well that I only learned about your existence recently." "What about when my mommy was pregnant?" Victor quickly asked, "Didn't you even know that my mommy was pregnant?" Dixon's hands grabbing the steering wheel trembled a little.

He was even unable to answer the question from a five-year-old child.

If he knew... if he knew that Sonia was pregnant, maybe... he wouldn't have sent her into the prison at that time...

Dixon's eyes were full of countless emotions, but he didn't express them. Almost soon, these emotions disappeared. When his eyes blinked and opened again, he was still Mr. Morris, who was ruthless and resolute. It seemed that he never regret anything in his life.

Victor sat the back seat lovingly, looked at the scenery flashing outside the window. He suddenly asked, "This not the familiar road...

Dixon secretly praised his cleverness. He could remember the road in a few days. Dixon cleared his throat and said, "It's the way to the hospital." "Hospital?" Although Victor was very young, he was bright-minded. He asked carefully, "Is something wrong with my mommy?" Damn it, how can this little bastard be so smart? It's very stressful to be his father! But on second thought, it's all because of his good genes. It's his ability to have such a clever son. He was happy that his son was genius.

When they arrived at the hospital, Dixon squatted down to fix Victor's clothes. Only at this moment, Victor felt Dixon was his father, but what he did was for the sake of his reputation.

When Dixon approached him, Victor couldn't help but look at him more. After all, a five-year-old child was actually happy when he faced his biological father.

But... his father is too disappointing to him. Maybe he can help Dixon chase Mommy if Dixon behaves well in the future.

Dixon said, "Do you know that your mommy has depression?" Originally, he didn't want to mention these heavy topics in front of Victor. But he remembered that the child was mature, so he said frankly. "Her state is bad. I hope you can... comfort her." "Did you irritate my mommy?" Victor looked up. Sure enough, he was not surprised at all.

It seemed that he knew that his mommy suffered from depression.

At such a young age, he can accept such a cruel thing...

"No... I didn't want to irritate..."

Dixon always felt powerless when he faced Victor. He had a pair of eyes that see through everything. His eyes e were clear and pure, which always made him feel that he was such a dirty adult. He dared not to look at him head-on. "I see..." Victor sighed. "I don't blyou. Mommy's depression is actually serious.

She's normal at ordinary times. Once she meets something related to you, she will be like this." Once she meets something related to you...

Dixon's heart was suddenly painful. He had beca scourge for Sonia... She was so afraid of touching everything related to him.

Victor handed the small schoolbag on his shoulder to Dixon. "Daddy, please helpwith it. I'll go up and see my mommy.

When he called Dixon daddy, Dixon felt that he had been comforted a little. Maybe Victor would accept him gradually...

In the past, Dixon never thought that he would have such great tolerance and patience for a child. Even if this child's mother was a murderer he hated, he could still tolerate the child between them. Her sin had nothing to do with her child... Victor's eyes were so innocent that he didn't want to hurt him.

Dixon took him to the door of Sonia ward, and then they looked at each other with two very similar faces, and nodded together.

At this time, their purpose was highly consistent-Victor pushed the door and went in, and saw Sonia leaning against the hospital bed to rest.

"Mommy..."

With a tentative call, he saw Sonia turn around, and her, her pale face was withered But at the moment she saw Victor, her eyes brightened suddenly. "Victor!" Sonia's eyes were red. "Why are you here?" Victor also said in a choking voice. "Mom, are you unhappy again?" "Unhappy" refers to the recurrence of depression.

Sonia smiled reluctantly. "Sorry... did my mother scare you again?" "No..." Victor took off his shoes and climbed into the hospital bed, and crept into Sonia's arms.

His mother was very thin, but she still hugged him with her not warm hands.

"Mom won't do it next time... Victor, as soon as you cback... you cback..." "Mommy, Daddy pickedup. Did you quarrel with each other?" "No..." Sonia held Victor's hand trembling and said in a futile way, "No... he is not your daddy... no..." Sonia was almost crying. She brainwashed herself over and over again, but she still could not deny that fact.