Chapter 938 Whose Fault Was It?
“But I won’t live in the Hansen Mansion, and I don’t want to see you,” Cora said.
If it was just about herself, Cora wouldn’t back down.
But when Martin was involved, Cora dared not take any risks.
But her request froze the smile that had gradually appeared on Byron’s face.
“Cora, why?”
Byron didn’t understand why Cora still refused to forgive him since
he had clearly explained everything.
“Once the damage is done, it is difficult to recover. I need time to see if I can let go of it. Moreover, I am not sure if I can completely get out of the haze and give you what you want,” Cora confessed
frankly.
Byron responded eagerly, “Cora, I don’t care about those unimportant things. I don’t want to be separated from you…”
“If they were unimportant, you wouldn’t take great pains to do these, would you?”
Chapter 938 Whose Fault Was It?
Cora’s words made Byron at a loss, not knowing how to respond.
He just wanted to be close to the person he loved. Was he wrong?
Now, he just wanted to solve this problem, but never did he
expect that things would go badly like this.
So, were all of these Cora’s fault?
No…
Cora just couldn’t bear the shock of losing the child and kept
ruminating over it.
Byron tried to dig her out of the abyss of despair but unexpectedly pushed her into a deeper abyss.
Since neither of them was wrong, who did it wrong?
Byron couldn’t figure out an answer, so he could only temporarily agree to Cora’s request, letting them return to New York first so that he could make sure they were safe…
After they had breakfast, Cora called Georgia.
“Georgia, I will return to New York with Martin later.”
Just as Georgia answered the phone, there came a retching
sound.
Chapter 938 Whose Fault Was It?
Then she hurriedly said to Cora, “Auntie, wait a moment.”
She hurriedly dropped her phone and rushed to the bathroom.
Georgia lay on the edge of the toilet, vomiting violently.
Efren was cooking in the kitchen at that time.
Georgia kept asking last night that she wanted to eat the steak made by Efren the next morning.
So Efren got up early today and was busy cooking steak.
But halfway through his cooking, he heard noises coming from the bedroom, so he hurriedly turned off the fire and ran over.
“Georgia, are you okay?”
When Efren rushed to the bathroom in the bedroom, he saw Georgia lying on the toilet with a pale face.
Besides, her bangs were soaked with sweat and stuck to her
forehead.
Georgia looked sickly, completely without the vitality as usual.
Efren quickly helped her up, found some warm water to help her wash, and hugged her distressedly.
“How about I ask the family doctor to come over to see you first?
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You look so awful now.”
But Georgia shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m just a little hungry.”
“Then let’s eat something first?” Efren coaxed her.
“Give me some time. I really want to have an airplane meal now,” Georgia muttered.
Efren frowned. “You don’t want to eat the steak I cooked?”
Georgia shook her head. “No, I just want to have an airline meal
now.”
Airline meal?
For Efren, this was easy and difficult.
The Serrano family also had a stake in the airport in Cloudville.
So as soon as Efren made a phone call, several stewardesses came with airline meals of various flavors.
“OK, here are different kinds, including fried shredded pork, fried beef tenderloin, braised pork…”
Efren lined up several airline meals in front of Georgia and let her
choose by herself.
Georgia took the one with fried shredded pork and ate it with
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