Could a mother really give birth to such a child? It’s just not logical!
Idiot!
Hugo was reprimanded again, his eyes reddening, but he dared not make a sound.
Charlotte had been badly frightened today. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Despite her scolding, she went over to pick up a cotton swab, muttering under her breath while tending to Hugo’s wounds.
…
As for Charlotte, Mila had no more concern.
The results were evident.
Over the past couple of days, she finally had some peace and quiet. No one came to bother her, and she could focus on her design drafts. She even asked Eugene to fetch her sketches from home since she couldn’t use the computer. She needed to lay down the initial ideas on paper first.
The post-holiday work period was fast approaching.
Originally, she had planned to take her drafts to the Splendid branch at Kingsford, where her great-aunt was, but ended up hospitalized instead.
Her arm’s machete wound had mostly healed, but the injury on her forehead, though not split open, still caused occasional dizziness, possibly due to the cold air or some other factor. The doctor advised a few days of observation in the hospital.
The child had more injuries and would need to stay longer.
…
The sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of red.
After dinner and some playtime with Julian, Mila continued her sketching. Unexpectedly, her great-aunt came to visit, bringing some not-so-surprising news.
The fashion week in Milan is about to start, and they’ve already been urging me to go.
This was a previously arranged schedule.
Mila sighed, Great-aunt, you’ve mentioned this several times already.
Jade, slightly irritated, replied, I’m just worried! If you weren’t my grandniece, would I bother with you?
Mila embraced her great-aunt with a smile, Alright, alright, don’t worry. I’ll finish things up and come find you right away. Wait for me there, and don’t miss me too much.
Jade’s eyes grew slightly red, but she avoided saying anything too sentimental. She patted Mila on the head and left with Secretary Sophie, who was waiting outside the door.
Knowing her great-aunt would be flying to Milan the next day left Mila feeling a bit empty inside.
They had only just reunited, and now they’d be separated again, but fortunately, it wouldn’t be long before they met again. She composed herself and was about to continue with her sketches when her phone rang.
It was a call from her legal team, finally bringing some good news.
The court holidays had ended, and the hearing date was set.