Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 269: Chapter 269
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"When you 'passed', you hadn't even learned to speak yet," Shirley said, her voice soft with emotion. "I had never heard a child call me 'Mommy' before. When that little boy looked up at me and spoke, I was overwhelmed—joy and shock crashing over me all at once. And in that moment, all I could think of was you. I held him in my arms and just broke down in tears. Your father believed it was fate that brought us to him. He suggested we adopt him, and eventually... I agreed. We named him York Smith."
Shirley reminisced about the past—this was the first time she had ever shared this with me. She said softly, "York was a blessing," she said. "He was bright and well-mannered, and during the years I grieved you, he filled that void. That's why I never breathed a word to anyone about his past. In my heart, he is my son, as much as any child born of my own blood."
York was adopted by the Smith family when he was three or four years old.
So York's been carrying those memories all this time, and I never even knew. He never spoke a word of it to me.
Shirley looked at me with remorse and said softly, "Natalia, I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth sooner. Please forgive me, sweetheart."
"Mom, there's nothing to forgive. I know how much York means to you, and I also understand that what binds our family isn't just blood. It's much deeper than that. Honestly, I'm just shaken thinking about what could've happened today. Thank goodness Miss Vance was there—if York's treatment had been delayed, I'd never forgive myself," I said.
Shirley nodded. "Yes, June is such a sweet girl," she sighed. "Ah, I just don't understand—why did she and York have to part ways?"
I pursed my lips and said indifferently, "Perhaps they'll reconcile someday."
Shirley smiled wistfully. "You young people can sort out your own matters now. I've gotten old—I can't interfere even if I wanted to."
I snuggled up to her and teased, "Mom, you're not old at all! Time could never dull your beauty—in my eyes, you're the most beautiful woman in the world!"
"You and that sweet mouth of yours!" she added, laughing at my teasing. Looping her arm through mine, she urged me along. "Come on, the doctor said York needs to eat once he wakes up. I'm sure they're done talking—let's go."
Back in the ward, York was already propped up in bed, sipping a bowl of chicken broth.
As soon as Shirley and I walked in, York looked up. He looked ghostly pale, but his eyes were clear and alert. He said, "Mom, the chicken broth from this takeout place still can't compare to yours."
Shirley shot him a mock glare but could not hide her joy. "Say no more. I'll make some for you the moment I get home." Then she looked around the room, puzzled. "Where's June?"
I was wondering the same thing. I had not seen June at all since we came back in.
"She left," York said offhandedly.
"Did you make her leave?" The words slipped out before I could stop myself.
Knowing June, I would have thought she would stay and personally feed York every last spoonful of that chicken broth before leaving.
Shirley froze, clearly caught off guard. She turned to York, confused, as if waiting for him to explain.
York set down his bowl, glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow, and said, "Miss Vance and I aren't even close—what, did you expect a celebrity like her to stick around and wait on me hand and foot?"
His words had a strangely passive-aggressive tone.
I was momentarily speechless. With Shirley right there, I did not dare press further.
Shirley clearly did not follow what was going on, but in true fashion, she stuck to her belief that young people should handle their own problems and did not pry.
I had been in the ward for a while when Benedict called. In his babyish voice, he said, "Mommy, I miss you. Why aren't you home yet?"
"Mommy's got something to take care of, Benedict. Be a good boy, and I'll be home soon to read you a bedtime story, okay?" I reassured him gently.
After hanging up, York glanced at me and said, "Both of you should go back. I'm a grown man—I don't need babysitting."
Shirley reminisced about the past—this was the first time she had ever shared this with me. She said softly, "York was a blessing," she said. "He was bright and well-mannered, and during the years I grieved you, he filled that void. That's why I never breathed a word to anyone about his past. In my heart, he is my son, as much as any child born of my own blood."
York was adopted by the Smith family when he was three or four years old.
So York's been carrying those memories all this time, and I never even knew. He never spoke a word of it to me.
Shirley looked at me with remorse and said softly, "Natalia, I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth sooner. Please forgive me, sweetheart."
"Mom, there's nothing to forgive. I know how much York means to you, and I also understand that what binds our family isn't just blood. It's much deeper than that. Honestly, I'm just shaken thinking about what could've happened today. Thank goodness Miss Vance was there—if York's treatment had been delayed, I'd never forgive myself," I said.
Shirley nodded. "Yes, June is such a sweet girl," she sighed. "Ah, I just don't understand—why did she and York have to part ways?"
I pursed my lips and said indifferently, "Perhaps they'll reconcile someday."
Shirley smiled wistfully. "You young people can sort out your own matters now. I've gotten old—I can't interfere even if I wanted to."
I snuggled up to her and teased, "Mom, you're not old at all! Time could never dull your beauty—in my eyes, you're the most beautiful woman in the world!"
"You and that sweet mouth of yours!" she added, laughing at my teasing. Looping her arm through mine, she urged me along. "Come on, the doctor said York needs to eat once he wakes up. I'm sure they're done talking—let's go."
Back in the ward, York was already propped up in bed, sipping a bowl of chicken broth.
As soon as Shirley and I walked in, York looked up. He looked ghostly pale, but his eyes were clear and alert. He said, "Mom, the chicken broth from this takeout place still can't compare to yours."
Shirley shot him a mock glare but could not hide her joy. "Say no more. I'll make some for you the moment I get home." Then she looked around the room, puzzled. "Where's June?"
I was wondering the same thing. I had not seen June at all since we came back in.
"She left," York said offhandedly.
"Did you make her leave?" The words slipped out before I could stop myself.
Knowing June, I would have thought she would stay and personally feed York every last spoonful of that chicken broth before leaving.
Shirley froze, clearly caught off guard. She turned to York, confused, as if waiting for him to explain.
York set down his bowl, glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow, and said, "Miss Vance and I aren't even close—what, did you expect a celebrity like her to stick around and wait on me hand and foot?"
His words had a strangely passive-aggressive tone.
I was momentarily speechless. With Shirley right there, I did not dare press further.
Shirley clearly did not follow what was going on, but in true fashion, she stuck to her belief that young people should handle their own problems and did not pry.
I had been in the ward for a while when Benedict called. In his babyish voice, he said, "Mommy, I miss you. Why aren't you home yet?"
"Mommy's got something to take care of, Benedict. Be a good boy, and I'll be home soon to read you a bedtime story, okay?" I reassured him gently.
After hanging up, York glanced at me and said, "Both of you should go back. I'm a grown man—I don't need babysitting."
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