Love Comes To Me
Chapter 642: Aunty is not your mummy

There were no footsteps behind them, and Hector did not come after them.

Eloise stumbled to a stop around the corner, covering her heart, her strength feeling as if it had been drained, and slowly sank to the floor. Clutching her right hand, which was still a little numb, she huddled in the corner, tears falling in large globs.

That's it...

This is better for everyone.

Hector sits in his car with a cigarette in his right hand.

The ashes are already drooping, but he doesn't move as if he's not aware of them.

Beneath the deep, dark eyes was a pain that was repressed to the extreme.

A heavy feeling of powerlessness gripped him.

What exactly should he do to get Eloise back?

The cold-faced God of Murder, who has been running through the mall, is now leaning back in his chair in dismay, a deep sense of frustration surfacing on his face. Eloise, what has she, what has she been through and how did she get to be the way she is today.

Doesn't remember him, rejects him, is full of angles, like a hedgehog.

He was fine a few days ago, but all of a sudden he's a different person.

The atmosphere in the car was oppressive, and Hector put his hand to his forehead, trying to make some sense of it.

Although he didn't know what she had been through in the past few days, Hector knew she was unhappy.

It was clear from her eyes that she was holding back her inner emotions and several times her body was trembling.

Although she was trying her best to pretend that nothing was wrong, how well Hector knew her.

The past time spent together had impressed upon his mind all that she had to offer.

It's been more of a recurring theme over the years.

Eloise is not supposed to have had much affection for Rowson and probably did not want to marry him.

The words spoken were more of a desperate attempt to push him away.

As if ... were deliberate.

She didn't volunteer, Hector was sure of that.

If Eloise had asked, he would not have hesitated to take her away and spoil her for life.

But not now. He was a stranger to her.

Hector hooked the corners of his mouth in self-deprecation, his eyes darkening.

...

In the wine cellar, Hector is drunk as hell, surrounded by empty bottles.

He used to not even drink much at social functions, and in the years since Eloise left, was almost on the verge of becoming an alcoholic. Wine is indeed a good thing, it numbs the mind for a while.

Let him have a respite for a while and not die of overwhelming thoughts.

But it seems that alcohol is not working any more.

Hector was in a trance and saw Eloise coming towards him, displeasure all over her pretty face.

"You've been drinking again."

"Get drunk so you can talk to me properly."

Hector looked at Eloise's face with fascination, not wanting to look away.

Eloise seemed a little sheepish and a little fierce, "Anyway, don't you ever drink again or I'll never speak to you again."

"No!" Hector stood up impulsively, reaching for Eloise eagerly, as if he was afraid she would disappear.

The outstretched hand grasped in vain, and Eloise's face spread out before her eyes like a watery ripple.

Hector rubbed his eyes and stood frozen in place.

The body swayed and the tall figure fell to the ground with a thud, the bottle hitting the floor and splashing glass everywhere.

When he woke up again, he was sleeping in his bed with a small, dark head lying next to it.

Solomon lifted his head as soon as Hector moved.

"Daddy, you're finally awake from your nap."

Hector looked at the time and it turned out to be the next morning.

He sat up, stroked Solomon's head and said in a hoarse voice, "Solomon, it's time for you to go to school."

Solomon was uneasy about daddy and deflated his little mouth, "Daddy you need to stop drinking so much, grandparents are worried about you."

Hector tugged at the corner of his mouth and said warmly, "I know."

Solomon clutched his school bag and took three steps back.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and looked at Hector and asked, "Daddy, I heard yesterday that Mummy was marrying someone else and that's why you're so sad, isn't it?" At the sound of this Hector's heart choked with pain as if he had been pricked by a needle, but his face did not show it.

Only the expressionless face said, "Who are you listening to? No, it won't happen, Mummy is your Mummy, how can she marry someone else, she won't marry someone else." Over and over again, as if speaking to oneself.

He thought he had concealed his emotions, but unbeknownst to him, the clever Solomon saw it all.

The mind was reinforced by the fact that Mummy was really getting married, that Mummy was going to be someone else's Mummy.

Solomon didn't have it in him.

He went to school with his little school bag on his back and thought about Eloise all day.

He had the driver go to the hospital after school, something he heard when Daddy was talking to his grandparents and then took it to heart.

Once Solomon found the hospital, he asked people along the way.

He is exquisite and lovely to look at and there is no one who doesn't like him.

But because they didn't know who the sick person was, there was nothing they could do to help him even if they wanted to.

"Little darling, why don't you go home and say hello to the adults before you come over." The nurse lady suggested lovingly. Solomon shook his head, he had to replace Mummy.

Perhaps it was his luck that Eloise happened to be returning from her shopping trip at that moment.

Seeing a couple of nurses gathered around a beautiful child, they took a few more glances.

This look led to the recognition of Solomon.

Eloise is worried that Solomon is sick himself and has no adult with him.

In a hurry then, he walked over and called out, "Solomon, what are you doing here?"

Solomon heard the voice and it was like music from heaven, and all at once he looked up, his eyes shining brightly. "Mummy!"

The nurses dispersed when they saw that the parents were looking for them.

Eloise looked Solomon up and down and inquired anxiously, "Where are you not feeling well?"

Solomon stammered, if he said he wasn't sick, would Mummy change her face?

After all, it was already clear to Solomon that the re-emerging Mummy was not the same as before.

But she still cares for herself, and that makes Solomon feel good.

"Mummy, I'm not in trouble, I came to see you." Solomon filled his gaze with attachment and joy.

Eloise's hand was resting on Solomon's forehead when she stiffened at the word and slowly withdrew it, her eyes complicated. "What do you want from me, is there something going on at home?"

Solomon shook his head, in a downbeat mood.

Little hands kept tugging at Eloise's sleeves and said softly, "Mummy, won't you be a mummy to someone else?" Eloise froze.

Yes, did Hector put him up to it? How could he take advantage of a small child?

Eloise felt instantly angry.

But at the same time, there was a stronger emotion spreading, one of powerlessness and sadness.

But since the decision has been made to stay out of their lives as father and son, the break has to be complete.

She closed her eyes and when she opened them she said desperately, "Solomon, auntie is not your mummy, you will have your own mummy later."