After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 1048 I Choose Dad

Chapter 1048 I Choose Dad

"If you had a mom, would you choose her?" Besse asked Salem, suppressing her emotions and speaking in the calmest voice possible.

"I would choose my dad," Salem replied with a clear voice, without hesitation or much consideration. Besse felt a pang of discomfort in her heart. Although she had already expected this result, hearing it confirmed still made her feel disappointed. She tried to appear calm and asked again, "Don't you want a mom very much?"

"I do want a mom," Anan answered. He left Besse's embrace and looked at her with innocence and seriousness in his eyes.

"Una also wants a mom. And my dad needs a wife too. But what we need is to be together as one family instead of being separated by leaving with our mom. I hope my mom can come back to me instead of me leaving with her."

Besse smiled lightly but she was trying to hide her sadness.

"I have never met my mother before." Salem continued confidently. "Although I can love her very much, I love my father more because he has been there for me since I was young even though he is busy sometimes."

"He didn't abandon us like our mother did." He concluded firmly.

Besse touched his head gently and said, "I see."

"Miss Besse, did you replace my mother?" Salem was smarter than most children his age and noticed something from Besse's words. Besse shook her head, "No."

She denied it because she didn't want to give him false hope or disappoint him again since his mother wouldn't come back anyway.

"I thought you found her," Salem said with slight disappointment as if replaceing his mother wasn't such an obsession anymore. Maybe he had gotten used to living without her.

"If you replace my mother someday," he added earnestly, "can you tell her that we are waiting for her return? Please ask if she could come home soon."

Besse's eyes turned red suddenly. The surge of emotion overwhelmed her.

"Miss Besse, what's wrong?" Salem saw tears in Besse's eyes and was a little startled. "Are you feeling unwell? Is your wound hurting? Should I call the doctor?"

"No," Besse smiled and came up with an excuse. "I just suddenly remembered my parents."

"I know you're an orphan," Salem said quickly. "Auntie Susan told me about it."

She was grateful for Susan taking care of Salem all these years. She knew Susan treated Salem like her own child, like a friend. It could make up for some of the missing maternal love that Salem lacked. "Don't be sad, Miss Besse." Salem comforted her proactively. "After you marry Prince Doyle and have a baby yourself, you won't feel lonely anymore as a mother."

"Who told you that being a mother means not being lonely?"

"Auntie Susan said so." He honestly replied. "She said when I become a father one day, I won't look for my mom anymore."

Besse admired Susan's way of thinking. Her points on comforting people were always out of the ordinary.

"I am not an orphan, so I'm not alone," Besse said.

Salem was surprised and wanted to ask her question when suddenly the door opened and a nurse appeared urgently in Besse's ward.

"Miss Besse, could you please come to Mr George's ward? He suddenly lost control and we dare not approach him."

Besse was shocked and asked quickly, "What happened to him?"

"He just lost control all of sudden," The nurse helped Besse sit on the wheelchair while explaining quickly, "Mr George had breakfast this morning and then lay down on his bed watching TV. There was a fashion show live broadcast on TV, but suddenly he asked us for a pen and paper. We didn't know what he needed them for but gave them to him anyway. After receiving them though he lost control." The more the nurse spoke about it, the more frightened she became.

Besse turned around to say goodbye to both Salem and Una before saying, "You should go ahead into your father's room, I'll leave now."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Asked Salem worriedly as if sensing danger.

"Nope."

With those words, Besse left with the nurse.

They arrived at Doyle's ward together soon after that.

Doyle was recovering fast. The doctor said that it would take at most one more week to complete all the necessary physical examinations, and if there were no abnormalities, he could be discharged from the hospital.

Besse didn't expect that Doyle had erupted so soon, though, based on her understanding of Doyle, it was only a matter of time before he broke down.

"Doyle!"

Everything was scattered all over the ground at this moment. A nurse was already frightened by Doyle's sudden brutal appearance, leaning against a corner while trembling.

Doyle heard her voice and stopped the movement on hand. The doctor also quickly rushed over, who was startled by him too. The doctor immediately stepped forward to check on Doyle's condition. "Don't come near me!" Doyle suddenly roared.

The doctor was taken aback.

Doyle was like an angry lion at the moment, very intimidating.

Besse saw his wounded tight hand, where his blood was trickling down on the floor. She wheeled herself over to his side.

"Besse, go back." Doyle gnashed while containing his fury inside desperately.

He didn't want her to see his shameful side.

He couldn't control himself. As he watched the fashion show earlier, he suddenly had that moment of inspiration for his design. So he asked the caregiver to bring him a pen and paper, but his hand was too weak to hold the pen, not to mention do any fine design.

He couldn't accept himself as being so incompetent. And at that very moment, he finally broke down after holding back for so long. He thought that he could still draw. He didn't believe it when the doctor said he couldn't use his right hand. He was determined that he could still do design.

But when he couldn't even hold the pen properly, he broke down.

Reality forced him to admit that he had become a useless person.