"Is it because you have something to say to me?" Edward's voice trembled at the sudden care. Cynthia was very gentle to him today. Probably because he was used to the life without his parents' love or concern, he felt a wave of sadness when he suddenly felt being cared for.
"Is it so obvious from my look?" Cynthia asked in a tender voice, just like her temperament, which was as clear and pure as water.
You must have something bugging you. Otherwise why would you leave father downstairs alone and come up here looking for me?" Edward said with a bitter smile. He was not that narcissistic as to think that he was more important than his father in Cynthia's heart. He was pretty sure that this would never happen.
Don't you think that you and your father are equally important in my heart?" Cynthia sat beside him. She looked affable and approachable as any other mother did when they showed care for their children. But Edward didn't notice the helplessness in her expression with his head down.
"This thought is too distant from me. So I never overestimate myself in your heart. You only have each other in your hearts anyway. And I'm just like a toy to you, a disposable person. When you are happy, you will look at it. When you're not, you simply take it back to the storehouse and will not remember it in ten days or half a month." Edward said it calmly with a smile, as if he was talking about anyone else.
"Sorry!" Cynthia couldn't think of any other excuses to spare herself except for this apology. The harm was already done. No matter how hard she tried to remedy it, there was already a scar in his heart.
"Why do you always like to say sorry to me? You know what? I don't need an apology from you. Not now. Not ever." Edward suddenly stood up and walked to the wardrobe. He chose a casual clothes and wrapped his perfect figure beneath. He didn't have the slightest qualm when he quickly dragged the robe off and put on his trousers. No matter what kind of clothes he wore, the handsome Edward would always make all women crazy.
"I know. So we will certainly make this up to you." Cynthia's eyes became a little red. It was the first time that Edward had talked to her in such a loud voice. She was always the one who indulged herself in the love and affection of others. She felt hurt by Edward's words.
"I'm okay. I have already passed the age when I need to be cared for by parents. So you don't need to make anything up to me." Edward softened his tone and looked at Cynthia who was about to cry. His heart would always unwittingly become soft when he saw her sad face.
"I..." Cynthia bit her lip and spoke hesitantly. She looked at Edward's gloomy face and didn't know how to continue. This was not what she had expected. She had planned to have a talk with him. Obviously, she screwed it up.
"I'm sorry, I lost my cool. Please don't mind me." He stroked his hair and felt pretty annoyed. He didn't know whether it was because of Daisy. He felt nervous tension all day long because he didn't receive any call from Daisy. He wanted to find someone to vent his anger on.
"I'm fine. I only hope you and your father can get along. In fact, he is not an indifferent father who doesn't care for you at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't have donated so much blood during your surgery. The volume of the blood transfusion was twice as much as the normal standard."
Cynthia told this to him not because she wanted to specially show something to him. She only wanted to tell him that no matter how much they ignored him before, he was still their only son. It was not that they didn't care for him or they didn't love him. They were too humble in their way of showing their love to him.
"What? He donated his blood to me? Mom, are you out of your mind? Or are you ill? Why would you make up such bullshit?" Edward strode towards her and touched her forehead. He wouldn't have any doubt If the person she referred to was herself. But if it was Jonathan, he would never believe that he would do such thing for him. Because Edward thought that Jonathan always hoped that he had never existed in this world. So how was it possible that he would donate his blood to him?
Do you think its necessary for me to lie to you? I wish you had seen it with your own eyes. You didn't know how nervous he was in the hospital. If it was not because that nurse refused to take more blood from him, he would rather give all his blood to you. Only by then did I realize that he was wrong to be thought that he didn't care for you. He is just used to cheating himself. He unconsciously hide his feelings for you deep in his heart and doesn't want to touch them. But these feelings were awakened when you were in danger. He knew what he should do when he was thrust into the situation.
Cynthia knew he would not believe her. If she were him, she would also have doubts. How could it be possible that a man who was always indifferent to his son would suddenly show his great love to him?