Chapter 407 Sarah's Relationship with the Moore Family 2
It was late at night, Sarah couldn't sleep at all.
She had a nightmare really, about the year her mother jumped off the building.
The night wind howled, lifting her mother's skirt. Her mother screamed, "Aiden, I never did anything wrong. Everything was your scheming."
"Mom..." Little Sarah clutched her doll, calling out softly.
She didn't dare go closer. She was afraid that if she took another step, her mom would really jump...
Sarah's mother looked at Sarah with a final glance and said softly, "Dylan will take care of you! Sarah, grow up well!"
The wind was strong that day. When the blood splattered, her mother's dress was blown far away.
"Mom!" Sarah woke up from the nightmare with a start.
Her back was drenched in cold sweat.
The room was quiet, with only the sound of Jacob's peaceful breathing, which silently soothed her inner pain.
Sarah slowly lay back down,
But Nicholas's words kept echoing in her mind. Maybe they were related by blood.
Morning came.
There was a knock on the hospital room door, and Sarah went to open it.
It was Oliver.
Sarah was taken aback for a moment, her tone cold, "How did you know Jacob was in the hospital?"
Oliver walked in, his coat carrying the chill of the morning and a faint smell of tobacco. He sat casually by the bed and said, "I went your house this morning, and Claire said Jacob was sick."
Jacob was still asleep.
Oliver turned his head, looking at Sarah's lost expression, his voice slightly tense, "I ran into Nicholas on my way here. Why is he at the hospital? Are you two having a date here?"
He looked aggressive.
Sarah replied coldly, "I'm not as shameless as you, spraying your enthusiasm hormones everywhere at any time."
Oliver stared at her.
After a while, he seemed to believe her.
Just then, Jacob woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes and saw Oliver, he cheered and threw himself into Oliver's arms.
How could a child understand adult matters so much?
Sarah didn't stop them, but her nose tingled, so she walked to the balcony to calm her emotions.
Behind her, Oliver's gaze was deep.
He looked away and talked to Jacob, asking if he felt better and if he had seen Nicholas last night.
Jacob's eyes sparkled.
He leaned on Oliver's shoulder, speaking softly, "Nicholas is so handsome! He even kissed me, and he smells so nice."
Oliver pinched his nose, "So Daddy smells bad?"
Jacob's voice was sweet, "Daddy doesn't smell bad! But Daddy's face always looks bad. That's what Claire told me... I also think Daddy's face looks scary!"
Oliver lowered his head and lightly bit Jacob's nose. "Jacob! How dare you say that about me!"
He tickled Jacob.
It was rare for Jacob to be so close to him.
Even though Jacob was laughing so hard his stomach hurt, he still let Oliver tickle him, his big round eyes smiling.
Later, Jacob said his stomach hurt.
Sarah quickly came over and picked up Jacob. She looked at Oliver and complained, "Jacob has acute gastroenteritis. How can you play with him like that?"
But Jacob looked pitiful, still wanting to play.
Oliver pinched his cheek. He looked up at Sarah, speaking gently, "I didn't know! If I had known, I wouldn't have made him hurt on purpose. Jacob is my precious son too."
Sarah didn't want to talk to him. She pressed the call button for the nurse to come and give Jacob an IV.
Just then, Zoey arrived with a hearty breakfast. Knowing Sarah's feelings towards Oliver, she spoke first, "I paid for breakfast, so consider it my treat. Don't let Jacob go hungry... okay?"
Sarah had long ceased to be impulsive, so she didn't refuse.
Zoey, having two kids of her own, was good at comforting kids. As she served oatmeal, she cheered Jacob up. Jacob quickly forgot about earlier and happily called Zoey, "Auntie."
"How about I feed you? Your Mommy and Daddy have things to talk about." Zoey coaxed Jacob.
Jacob, being well-behaved and fond of Zoey, sat obediently and let her feed him oatmeal.
Meanwhile, Oliver and Sarah went outside to talk.
They walked to the end of the hallway and stopped. Sarah spoke softly, "Jacob will be discharged tomorrow. Don't come again! You didn't care about him before, and now... he don't need your concern."
Oliver frowned, "I just want to care for you both, to fulfill my duties as a husband and father. Can't you give me that chance?"
Sarah didn't speak, just looked at him.
They stood in a stalemate for a long time.
Finally, he relented, "Fine! I won't come to the hospital, but you can't meet Nicholas... Sarah, that's my bottom line."
"That's your bottom line, not mine." She was merciless.
Oliver wasn't happy. He couldn't help but say, "What's so good about that young guy?"
Sarah thought of Nicholas, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "He's a good person."
Oliver guessed they had met. He felt a bit crazy, but with their relationship so tense, he didn't want to push Sarah too hard.
His voice was hoarse, "No matter how good, he's still a sickly person!"
Sarah mocked him, "That's still better than having a sick heart like you."
He had an important meeting in the morning, so even though Nicholas was nearby, he left with Zoey at eight-thirty.
After he left, Sarah finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to Oliver's roughness, she feared his gentleness more, as it meant she would still be confined.
After Jacob finished his IV, she wanted to take him downstairs to get some sun. She saw the flowers and plants in the yard blooming beautifully.
But before they could leave, there was a knock on the door.
Sarah opened the door and saw Nicholas and an older man with graying hair, looking to be in his sixties.
Sarah was slightly stunned.
Nicholas said to Matthew, "Grandpa, this is Sarah. She's holding her and Oliver's son, Jacob! Grandpa, isn't Jacob adorable?"
But Matthew didn't seem to hear.
His gaze was fixed on Sarah, on that familiar face, a face that overlapped with someone from his memories, from a wild night.
Her face was also like Nicholas's!
Matthew, who had seen so much in life, lost his composure for the first time!
He didn't greet anyone, didn't say a word, and just left.
His heart was in turmoil, walking quickly
For someone of his status, almost seventy, to still have a child!