My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1460

She was selfish the year she insisted on giving birth to Lawrie despite being aware of the health complications that he might suffer from.

"Lawrie..." Vanessa gently held Lawrie's little hand in her palm. "Tell Mommy if you feel any pain anywhere"

"Mommy..." Lawrie feebly uttered. He wanted to say more, but he was too frail to do so.

"Lawrie, don't say anything if you're tired. I'll talk to you," Vanessa bowed her head, leaned in and kissed Lawrie's forehead. "I'll stay with you and we'll get you cured no matter what. You'll live a healthy and happy life like other children."

"Mommy, I'm not afraid." As long as his Mommy was by his side, he would not be afraid. He believed that he would live.

"Yes, my baby's the bravest. But Lawrie, when I'm around, you don't have to keep being so strong. You can relax. You must tell me if you feel uncomfortable." The more mature Lawrie acted, the more uncomfortable Vanessa felt.

She wished that Lawrie, who was still so young, could cry out in pain as other children would. Perhaps he had learned to be strong as a child, having grown up in a different environment and had suffered aplenty because of this disease that had haunted him since childhood.

"If I don't do well, will you leave me?" His mother had not been around him much this year. Whenever he wanted to call her, Winnie would tell him that she was busy and could not answer his call. This had greatly affected the young Lawrie.

"Lawrie, I've told you many times that no matter what happens, you're still my baby and I'll never abandon you." Vanessa knew that the damage had been done. Regardless of how much she tried

to reassure Lawrie, the damage he suffered was rather irreversible. The only thing she could do for him now is to stay by his side and never make him feel that she would leave him.

"I'm sleepy. Mommy, stay with me," Lawrie pleaded as he looked at Vanessa with fervent eyes. He wished so hard that he would see her as soon as he woke up and opened his eyes, unlike the many times before when she had not been by his side when he arose.

"Go to sleep, Lawrie. I'll be here to keep you company. I'll cook something delicious for you when you wake up." Vanessa knew that Lawrie was sleepy, but he was afraid that she would leave after he had fallen asleep, so he had been trying his best to stay awake. To help Lawrie feel more at ease, Vanessa laid beside him, humming a lullaby to coax him to sleep.

Lawrie was an extremely insecure child. If Vanessa slightly moved while he slept, he would be jolted awake. Hence, Vanessa quietly laid beside him and did not dare move. After a long time, Lawrie finally fell into deep slumber. Vanessa got out of bed as gently as she could. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

It was going to cost a hefty sum of money to treat Lawrie's disease. If she solely depended on her day job, she would not be able to save enough money even if she worked to the bone for the rest of her life. She had to find another way to get her hands on the money, and the quickest way to do that was to find Julien.

However, Vanessa could not share the whole truth with Julien. No man in this world would want to fund their ex-partner and the child she had with someone else. Furthermore, Julien was old- fashioned. If he found out that she had another man's child, he might ask her to return all the money he had ever given her!

Since she could not tell the truth, she had no choice but to lie.

Although she was not willing to deceive Julien, she had to do it. For her son's sake!

"I'm so sorry, Julien!" Vanessa took one deep breath, calmed herself down and searched up Julien's contact on her phone. As she was about to dial his number, she halted in hesitation once more.

To call or not to call?

If she called, she might forever be perceived as a gold digger by Julien. A gold digger who was not only willing to monetize off her body, but also her marriage.

If she didn't call, Lawrie might die.

Between the two, Vanessa quickly made a decision. She wanted Lawrie to live, and she was willing to do anything to keep him alive.

Vanessa took another deep breath. With no hesitation in sight now, she dialed Julien's number. He answered after several rings. As soon as the call went through, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Kyle, sorry for calling in the middle of the night. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

Julien's faint voice reached her ears. "Is something the matter?"

"Yes..." Vanessa nodded. She wanted to speak, but the simple sentence felt like the hardest thing to say, with every word feeling like a stab in her body.

Julien asked, "What is it?"

Vanessa bit her lip. She pinched her thigh hard with her left hand. She finally found the courage to speak, "Mr. Kyle, does your offer to marry me still stand?"

"Have you thought it over?" Julien responded quickly. It was rare for Vanessa to hear some emotion in his usually calm voice.

"Yes." Vanessa nodded again. After a pause, she mustered up the courage and continued, "If I agree to marry you, will you transfer the deed of the house that I'm living in to me? Does that mean that the house will be mine, and I can do anything with it?"

After Vanessa's question, there was no response from the other end for a long while. It was so long that she thought he had hung up. Then, she asked very cautiously, "Mr. Kyle, are you there?"

"Anything else?" Julien's voice was cold again, even colder than his usual icy tone. Even though it was a phone call, Vanessa felt a chill run down her back.

He must be quite enraged...

He was the one who made this offer. All she did was agree to it, so why was he angry?

Vanessa did not think too much about it and hurriedly said, "If what you said still stands, please get Mr. Murphy to see me tomorrow morning. I'll accept the house and your proposal."

The house was worth millions of dollars. As long as the house was hers, she would be able to afford the best doctors and hospital for Lawrie's treatment. And as long as the treatment started on time, Lawrie would be fine. Everything would be completely fine.

Julien replied, "Alright."

The word sounded like it was spoken through gritted teeth before he ended the call. Listening to the sound of the receiver, Vanessa felt her body go limp as she let herself fall on the chair.

She had wanted to marry him years ago. She had wanted to be his wife, and spend the rest of her life with him.

She never expected that they would be married to each other under such circumstances.

She knew she was going to be sad about this, but she gravely underestimated just how sad she would be. She was so miserable that her soul no longer felt like it was in her body, and that all she was now was a hollow shell of her former self.

From then onwards, she was no longer Vanessa Love.

She was just a mother with a very ill child.