Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 285

Chapter 285 But What Can I Do?

Dr. Charles knew that Freddy was just trying to make fun of him and ease the atmosphere, so he didn't pretend to be angry or quarrel with him as usual.

He just smiled, and there was a look of relief on his face.

"When I was not transferred to New York, I lived in my hometown with my mother. At that time, although I didn't have much money, my profession was decent. I lived with my mother in that era, and I still had extra money every month.

She was good at cooking, but I didn't have time to eat when I was busy with work. She thought of a lot of ways to let me eat something. After she sent me to the hospital, she watched me finish eating. The busiest time was during the holidays. There were many patients.

At that time, there were fewer doctors, and I was busy all night. Since I started working, I had never had dinner with my mother.

When my mother was sick, it was Christmas Day. I was still on duty in the hospital. My mother was worried that I would starve at night, so she sent me something to eat at 1 a.m. Then she suddenly fainted in the hospital, which scared me."

Speaking of this, Dr. Charles raised the corner of his mouth and forced a smile.

If there was wine on the table at this time, Dr. Charles would have drunk it.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else in front of him except for food.

He looked at the dishes with red eyes. "I've saved a lot of people in my life, and I'm respectfully called a good doctor. But I can't even save my own mother..."

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Dr. Charles couldn't control his emotions any longer. Tears streamed down his face. They all kept silent.

It was so quiet that only Dr. Charles's heavy so bs could be heard.

He wiped away his tears. Perhaps it was because someone was hearing today, he kept talking.

"I'm not a good doctor. I saved so many people, but I couldn't save my mother who

raised me up alone. She was thin and skinny, and she kept asking me to take care of myself.

After she passed away, I ate a lot of dishes, but none of them tasted like this."

It was not that the dishes in those restaurants were not authentic, but that they tasted different from what he remembered.

Even the dish made by Cierra today was different from the taste in his memory.

It was just that this was the most similar taste in so many years.

He smiled bitterly. "I truly never imagined that the dish that Cierra cooked today would stir up so many memories of my youth. Thank you, thank you..."

This dish reminded him of his mother.

He remembered his mother's warning.

He almost made him think that he was a big shot and immersed himself in the glory

that didn't exist.

He almost forgot to be humble, and he was full of pride.

If he really died like this, he would regret it.

These words also made Cierra move.

She was just not convinced that Dr. Charles said that her dishes were not authentic. She didn't expect this dish to have such a background.

She pursed her lips and looked at Dr. Charles. She comforted him, "Dr. Charles, it's all in the past. We have to live well. People have to look forward, don't we? You didn't save your mother, but you can't blame it on yourself. There were many reasons... weren't

they?"

Dr. Charles twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head slowly, and did not

answer.

His mother had passed away, and there was no point in comforting him.

Those who had died could no longer be reborn, and those who were alive could only live with guilt and longing.

He looked completely different from his usual lively self, which made Freddy feel sorry

for him.

He patted Dr. Charles on the shoulder and said, "Old man, Cierra is right. No matter how sad you are, it has nothing to do with you, doesn't it? Even if you are a doctor, you can't treat all patients. We are already old. Take it easy!"

"Take it easy."

Dr. Charles muttered. repeating what Freddy had said.

Freddy patted him heavily on the shoulder and said, "Yes, don't think too much about it. If you keep thinking about it, the food will be cold."

Dr. Charles laughed and he gradually became happy.

If it weren't for the sadness in his eyes, they would have thought that he had recovered.

However, that was not true.

After laughing, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Freddy, Don't try to persuade me. Just like you said, we're both old now. I don't know when I'll die. We have to let it go."

He picked up his forks again. It was obvious that he was struggling to cheer himself up.

"Come on, let's eat."

"Cierra cooks it hard, we can't let her down. We have to eat well. No matter how busy we are, we can't be hungry. Cierra, come over for a meal!

Seeing Dr. Charles like this, Cierra felt a little helpless.

If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have made this dish.

But she couldn't know it earlier, and it was not a bad thing to spit out the words.

As they understood tacitly, no one mentioned it again. They began to eat.

They didn't eat the meat and only left it for Dr. Charles.

Letting him miss his mom.

Perhaps he felt guilty that he, a doctor, could not save his biological mother.

Perhaps he regretted not spending more time with his mother back then.

Perhaps it was a pity that he hadn't had a good taste of his mother's cooking back then.

But what could he do?

She had already died. When he was still in his prime, she had already passed away. They had a quiet meal.

Even though it was delicious, they still restrained.

The silence was broken by a loud noise outside the shed.

It sounded like something had exploded, causing a burst of panic, followed by all kinds

of screams!

"Cierra..."

Then, two figures rushed into the small kitchen, shouting Cierra's name anxiously.