Classic Novel
Chapter 71 If Only You Were My Child
Chapter 71 If Only You Were My Child
Chapter 71 If Only You Were My Child
Avery was still dreaming, and the scenery changed. Instead of the sea, she saw a beautiful field of
sunflowers around her. A child ran and laughed among the flowers.
"Mom, come chase me!"
"Sweetheart, my baby."
Avery finally caught up to the child and embraced him. "I found you, my baby. I'm sorry. Mommy will
protect you well this time."
When she turned the child around, she saw Ethan's chubby face.
Before she could even be surprised, it started to rain. Avery hurriedly fled with the child in her arms,
raindrops drenching her.
The next second, Avery woke up from the dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw a chubby little
face with drool dripping from his rosy mouth, about to land on her face.
Jacob quickly caught the drool with a palm. When his gaze met Avery's in mid-air, the atmosphere
between them became highly awkward.
After all, Jacob had always been seen as a domineering CEO. No one had seen a CEO extending his
hand to catch a child's drool. It shattered his image instantly.
Noticing the unfamiliar environment, Avery chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Am I still dreaming? Or am I
already dead? How can I dream of you?"
Frowning, Jacob coldly asked, "You are so eager to die, huh?"
"Yes. If I die, I'll be free." Avery thought she was still in the dream and pinched Ethan's chubby face.
The feeling delighted her. "Living is so tiring."
Ethan couldn't understand their words, but he was fond of Avery. He kept crawling towards her, drool
streaming from his mouth as he babbled, "Mom, hold me."
His call reddened Avery's eyes instantly. "What... did you call me?"
Jacob didn't stop him. If even Martin couldn't keep her, he believed she needed a new bond to live on.
It turned out that he had made the right bet. Ethan had brought her back from the brink of death.
"Mom, kiss me."
Ethan could only say simple words. Strangely, he never called or even made sounds similar to "mom"
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Layla had tried a few times in the nanny's presence but never received the desired response. She even
remarked Ethan was a fool, as he had turned one year old but couldn't even say "mom."
On the contrary, Ethan kept calling Avery "Mom." Avery held him tightly as if he were her lost child.
In previous instances, when Ethan stretched out his arms to hug her, he was always taken away.
However, this time, he finally had the chance. Ethan wrapped his chubby arms around Avery's neck,
rubbing his cheeks against it.
Avery couldn't stop her tears from flowing. "Oh, sweetheart. It would have been so good if you were my
child."
Ethan looked at her with black, pure eyes while smiling sweetly. "Mom."
His drool landed on Avery's neck, cool and tangible. It brought her back to reality in an instant.
She calmly surveyed around, realizing that she was in a ward. There was a faint smell of disinfectant in
the air.
Jacob was standing by the bed. Although his expression didn't change much, there was an unusual
concern in his eyes. "How are you feeling now? Are you okay?"
Avery realized it was neither a dream nor hell.
Considering his earlier actions, Avery looked annoyed in an instant. "Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet."