Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1408: I Can Figure It Out Myself

Paulina came downstairs, her eyes sore and her heart aching at the thought of the bruises on Esteban's body.

Seeing Mr. Juan, Ms. Gloria and Marcos sitting in the living room talking about things, her feet gave a little gasp and she wiped the tears from her face as she picked up the steps and approached. "Dad, Mom."

She sat down next to Marcos.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Gloria asked worriedly, noticing something was wrong with him.

Paulina turned her head to look at Marcos, only to see him looking at her with concern.

She bit her lip, "I noticed that Esteban has a lot of bruises."

"Bruises?" Mr. Juan and Mrs. Gloria looked at each other and Mrs. Gloria asked, "What kind of wounds?"

"Just bruises, bruises from obviously being hit." Paulina lowered her head and clasped her hands together, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't imagine a little boy with so many bruises." "I'll go see." Mrs. Gloria stood up abruptly.

"Mom, you don't want to go." Paulina grabbed her hand.

"Why?" Mrs. Gloria looked at her quizzically.

"If you go, she won't tell the truth." Paulina sighed.

"No. Did he say where the wounds on his body came from?" asked Ms. Gloria.

Paulina nodded, "He said he fell and hurt himself. But to the naked eye it wasn't a fall."

"Do you think Esteban is lying?" Sister Juan asked, taking the floor.

Paulina lowered her head and did not answer.

Marcos frowned and slipped his arm around her shoulders, whispering, "Don't overthink it, I'll talk to Esteban later."

"I'm not overthinking it, I'm heartbroken. You don't know when I see those bruises ..."

"I have no idea what my son is going through and then he doesn't say anything, really..."

With that said, Paulina turned her face to the side and wiped away her tears.

Ms. Gloria sighed, patted her hand and said consolingly, "Paulina, I understand how you feel. Esteban must feel the same way."

Paulina sniffled, "He's still a child, I still wish he would tell me everything instead of suffering alone."

Seeing her like this, Marcos looked up to the second floor and his eyes sank, he looked like he really needed to have a talk with Esteban. Marcos put his arm around Paulina and walked up the stairs.

"Go to your room, I'll talk to Esteban." Marcos said.

Paulina nodded, "Okay."

Maybe there were some things that communicated better between father and son.

Marcos walked into Esteban's room.

"Esteban, come into the den with Dad."

Esteban realized what was going on and followed Marcos into the den.

Marcos turned around, grabbed his arm and pulled up his sleeve.

Just as Paulina had said, there really were bruises all over.

Marcos' eyes sank and he immediately pulled off Esteban's blouse, whose white skin was covered with bruises of different shades. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked quietly, his expression serious.

"It's ... from a fall." whispered Esteban to her.

"Esteban, you're not going to tell mom the truth or dad the truth, are you?".

Esteban ducked his head and said nothing.

Marcos handed him the clothes, "Put them on."

Esteban took it and obediently put on the clothes.

Marcos turned around, his back to him, and his deep voice echoed in the room, "Esteban, you know Mom is worried about you?" Esteban nodded, "Yes."

"If you knew, why did you lie?". Marcos gave him a sidelong glance.

"Do you believe me, Dad?" Esteban asked instead of answering.

Marcos raised an eyebrow, "Why do you ask?"

"Because I'll mind my own business." Esteban lifted his small face, his gaze rippling as he looked at him.

He had to say that Esteban really was a lot like him.

Marcos' eyebrows softened and even his tone lightened, "Esteban, you're just a kid, you can tell mom and dad if there's something wrong." "Dad, I can manage on my own." There was a tinge of determination in Esteban's voice.

Marcos looked at him silently for a moment and stroked his head, "Okay, Dad trusts you."

Esteban pursed his lips and smiled, "Thanks Dad."

"But..." Marcos frowned, "If you can't figure it out, be sure to tell Dad."

Esteban nodded, "Okay."

Paulina stepped out of the shower just as Marcos walked in.

He was quick to ask, "Well, did Esteban say anything?"

"No."

Paulina grew increasingly concerned, "What happened to Esteban, why isn't he saying anything, do you think he's being bullied at school?"

"Don't get nervous yet." Marcos put his hands on her shoulders, looked into her worried eyes and said in a reassuring voice, "Esteban may be young, but he has his own ideas."

"I know he has his own ideas, but if he has ideas, he should talk to his parents when something happens."

The more Paulina thought about it, the more uneasy she became.

"No, I have to ask tonight." With that, she was about to walk out the door.

"Paulina," Mark stopped her and smiled helplessly, "even if you push it now, he won't tell you honestly."

"So what, we're going to watch our son get bullied?" Paulina cried out in anguish and blamed herself, "I really am too much of a failure as a mom, I didn't realize my son had injuries until today." "Paulina, it's not your fault." Marcos hugged her and sighed, "Don't worry, I'll fix it."

Paulina leaned into his arms, worry written on her forehead.

It was late and everyone was asleep.

Paulina quietly got up, got out of bed, put on her slippers and carefully left the room.

She went downstairs to get her first aid kit and then went to Esteban's room.

The room was dark, with only a wall lamp on over the bed.

She walked over and looked at Esteban, who was asleep in bed, and felt mixed feelings.

This boy had always been so understanding from a very young age, so understanding that it was heartbreaking.

She reached out and gently caressed his tender face, sighing quietly. Sometimes she wished he was like Sweety, who cried when she was angry.

Thinking about it made her heart ache even more.

He rolled up her sleeves, took out the ointment and gently rubbed the medicine on the bruised areas of her body.

When she was done, she sat on the bed for a while before quietly leaving the room, and when she looked up, she saw Mark standing in the doorway of the room. She was taken aback.

"Why are you up?" she asked in a whisper as she approached him.

"I woke up and didn't see you." Mark's eyes softened as he saw the medicine cabinet in her hand. "Scrubbing Esteban's medicine?"

"Yes." Paulina nodded, "Some of them are old wounds, but they still need to be rubbed to heal faster."

"Esteban must feel bad knowing you are so distressed about him." Marcos looked toward Esteban's room, "I'll have my assistant follow Esteban tomorrow to see what's going on."