A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 357 Leukemia

When the maid caught sight of Maria, she lowered her head to hide her eyes. "Ms. Song, you are here."

"Bob! Bob!" Maria immediately drew the baby into her arms and clung to him tightly.

Bob's was sound asleep. He looked normal and healthy.

The maid comforted her, "Ms. Song, please don't worry too much. The doctor said that as long as a suitable bone marrow donor is found, Bob can be cured."

"Bone marrow?"

The maid nodded. "Yes. Immediate family members have a greater chance of having a more closely matching bone marrow compared with those who aren't related to Bob by blood. Do you know what his father's blood type is? If he happens to have the same RH negative blood, then our problem will be solved." The maid deliberately steered the conversation to Bob's father.

However, Maria was in no condition to wonder about James' blood type. With tears in her eyes, she wailed, "Why does Bob have this kind of disease? My poor son..."

The maid said nothing.

Maria asked with desperation in her voice, "The doctor did say that it can be cured? As long as an immediate family member can give the child matching bone marrow?" "Yes." The answer filled Maria with relief. It was fortunate that there was a cure to Bob's condition.

The situation absolutely shattered Maria's composure that she no longer had the energy to consider how rational the entire thing was.

Her mind was empty of everything except for Bob and his sickness.

The maid added, "Ms. Song, the earlier the treatment starts, the less Bob will suffer."

"I see.” Maria handed the baby to the maid and then took out her phone to call James.

The call immediately came through. "Maria, what's up?"

She didn't know that James had been waiting for her call for a long time.

His voice made her hesitate. How could she start to explain the situation to James and, more importantly, tell him that Bob was actually his son?

However, she needed to tell him the truth right now for Bob's sake.

"I have something important to tell you."

"Okay."

"Can you come here?" If James saw Bob, it might be easier for her to explain things.

"Where are you?"

Maria told him the location of Norman's villa.

After half an hour, James showed up in the villa.

One brow lifted when he laid eyes on the baby in her

arms. "Bob."

"Yes." Maria handed him the baby, who had woken up just then. "Hold him."

James carefully took the baby from her. When he saw the tight, haggard expression on her pale face, regret suddenly tugged at his heart.

"Bob is sick."

"Yes?"

"He's seriously ill."

"I see."

Maria was angered. "Why don't you ask me what's wrong with Bob?"

"I know."

"How?" Maria was still in a daze.

"Because the child is not sick at all." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Maria took a deep breath to steady herself. "I'm not kidding. Bob is really sick. He has leukemia. The doctor said that he needs your bone marrow because you both have the same blood type—Rh negative."

"Why do we have the same blood type?"

"Because he is your—"

Her ring tone interrupted her before she could finish her confession. Norman's name flashed on the screen. She took the call in front of James. "Hello?"

"Don't be fooled,"

Norman blurted out.

"What?"

"The maid works for James." Norman already knew that. He was just biding his time while waiting for James to act.

By reflex, Maria threw a glance at the maid, but she had already left the living room. "So?"

Norman didn't say anything and just waited for the implication to register in Maria's brain.

Maria's eyes fell on James, who was currently kissing the baby's cheek. "You already known who Bob is, don't you?"

James didn't deny it.

From the other end, Norman continued, "Your son is healthy, and he has no sickness whatsoever. It's a trap!" 'Okay, I’ve said what needed to be said, ' he thought to himself and stopped talking.

In the past few days, Norman had been wondering why James hadn't taken any actions after knowing Bob was his son. And now, he finally made a move.

Bob was not sick. The relief that flooded Maria was so profound that she couldn't help but laugh and cry. "Is that the truth? Is Bob really fine? He's not sick?"

"No."

"No."

Both men answered her at the same time.

Maria immediately ended the call and, pressing her fist against her mouth, burst into tears.

Her boy was all right. Bob was not sick.

The regret James felt multiplied tenfold as he watched Maria break down. "Maria-"

Pak!

Without hesitation, Maria raised a hand and slapped the man, all the while glaring up at him in fury.

James did not expect this reaction.

Mouth wide open, Bob looked at James and then turned around to stare at his angry mother.

Then, his eyes swiveled back to his father, and he started giggling and blowing happy bubbles.

James was at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.

Ignoring Bob's presence, Maria yelled, "James Xi, are you crazy? How could you make such a joke? It's not funny!"

If he had known that her reaction would entail physical violence, he wouldn't have forced her to admit the truth in this manner. He should have just asked Maria to apologize to him—after all, it was her fault in the first place for not telling him the truth.

In the end, he not only failed to get the apology that was due to him, he also got a slap in the face.

Bob's eyes widened, and he looked so scared that he stopped blowing bubbles.

James leaned Bob's head against his shoulder so that the child wouldn't see him being scolded.

However, Bob struggled against his hold, looking on in interest at the unfolding scene before him.

James reasoned out, "Maria, you are the one who hid the truth."

"So what? Bob is my son. He has nothing to do with you!" Her eyes shot daggers at him.

Her words rankled. "Could you have gotten pregnant without me?"

"There are so many men in the world. Do you think it will be difficult for me to get pregnant?"

"But Bob is my son." he reminded her in a light tone that was at odds with the anger steadily building inside him.

Maria was so furious that she was in no mood to listen to him. "Give Bob back to me!"

"No." He dodged her hands.

"If you don't give him back, I'll sue you!"

"I'm so scared," was his mocking answer, which did nothing but annoy her more. He did not hand Bob back to her, so she charged toward him. James restrained her in his arms.

Maria kept struggling until she heard him say, "Stop moving! I'm still holding Bob. I might lose balance if you keep struggling!"

Maria immediately stopped struggling at those words. "You despicable man. Since when did you start coveting my son?"

"Our son," he corrected her.

"My son! He is my son!" Maria was going crazy.

"Okay, your son. Bob is yours, and so am I. We are both yours." "I don't want you!" she cried out without thinking. His eyes darkened. "Maria, you can do whatever you want, and I won't blame you. I'm only asking for one thing-stay with me."

Maria thought angrily, 'How dare he ask this of me? How could he say that in such a sweet tone at this very moment?'

With one arm around her and the other holding his son, James kissed her forehead and said, "Honey, stop it. I'll take you and our son home." Take them home?

It sounded so nice, coming from James' mouth.

Maria's eyes turned red. For a moment, she looked at her son, who was giggling at her while sucking at his thumb.

Her heart softened in an instant. 'Forget it,' she told herself. She almost had a fight with James and caused a scene. For Bob's sake, she conceded to him for now.

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