Chapter 294 Byron Is Not Dead, Right?

“Martin and I have had a good time recently. How about you? Are you still angry with me and refuse to let me see your face in my dream?“ Don’t be angry. I also want to accompany you. When Martin grows up and can live independently, I will accompany you. The weather was nice. Cora stood in front of the grave, chatting and laughing at the faded photos. After‘ she left, a low-key black car stopped in front of the gate of the cemetery. The man who got out of the car strode to the tomb that Cora was at. Looking at the bouquet of red roses placed in front of the tombstone, he sneered and kicked the bouquet away. Then he mercilessly tore off the photo on the tombstone. At night, Cora called Jerry and told him that there was still something to do here so that she would stay in New York for two more days. “It’s okay. You can rest assured. My godson has almost forgotten about you as a mother now.” Jerry wasn’t lying. When they were talking on the phone, Martin’s laughter could be heard from time to time. Maybe it was because Jerry had been taking care of her son since birth that Martin had a strange feeling of closeness to Jerry. O……… Personally, when Cora was too busy in the clinic, Jerry would help take care of Martin. So Martin really didn’t reject Jerry's taking care of him at all. Furthermore, Jerry not only had a taste of a child but also liked what a child liked. He also liked car models and shooting games, which were exactly the same as Martin. Once the two played together, Martin would even feel Cora getting in the way. “That’s good.” Cora heard Martin urging Jerry to start the game quickly, so she planned to hang up the phone first. Jerry asked suddenly, “The thing you were talking about is remembering the past between you and that man?” Cora was stunned for a moment and then said, “No. I have a patient here, and I want to help her get treated before leaving.” Cora didn’t know if it was an illusion. It seemed that after she said the reason, Jerry’s mood obviously got better. “Okay. Martin and I will wait for your return.” Before hanging up the phone, Cora heard Jerry shouting at Martin. “Let’s go, kiddo!” Co. was speechless. She really didn’t know how he could get along so well with a three-year-old at his age. But Cora didn’t think about it too much. She hung up the phone and went to the First Hospital, where Nora was. At nine o’clock in the evening, Cora came to Nora’s ward.