Chapter 8 Hope for Treatment

Incredulous, Raymond's face turned cold. "You think spouting useless lies will allow you to take the child away? I tell you, that's impossible!"

Amelia sneered, "If you don't believe me, you can check for yourself. Regardless, I am determined to have this child."

With these words, Amelia turned and left the room without bothering to waste any more words with him.

As she departed, Raymond's expression darkened.

After Amelia escaped years ago, he spent months tirelessly searching for her.

Just when he thought she would never reappear, Lyanna showed up unexpectedly with a child, claiming it was the Adams family's bloodline.

She said Amelia abandoned the child to run off with a man.

Although Raymond didn't believe her story, he still took the child for a paternity test.

To his shock, the child was indeed his.

Reflecting on Amelia's recent words, Raymond summoned his people. "Go and verify if that woman's claim is true!"

Due to fears of malicious sabotage, Noah was raised in secrecy and never issued a birth certificate or state ID.

If her claim was true, it could spell trouble.

Raymond's face grew even more grim.

Meanwhile, Amelia, after leaving that small room, didn't head straight to the hospital ward. She first went out to buy an assortment of edibles before finally arriving.

Meantime, Noah was already awake, lying quietly in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Amelia approached cautiously, looking carefully at Noah before gently calling his name.

"Noah?"

Noah turned his head and saw Amelia standing there.

She was wearing a dress with a cashmere coat over it.

He had never seen Amelia before, but she felt strangely familiar to him.

His small brows furrowed instinctively.

Amelia spoke cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’re Noah, right? I'm—"

Before she could finish, another voice cut in from the doorway. "She's the cleaning lady for our family."

Raymond had appeared unnoticed, leaning against the doorframe with a detached gaze fixed on them.

Amelia shot him a sharp, resentful look, but Raymond’s expression remained unreadable—a silent warning.

"We don’t have any other positions open," he said coolly. "If 'cleaning lady' isn't to your liking, you're free to walk away."

Amelia’s eyes flicked to the broad-shouldered bodyguards flanking the entrance. With no other choice, she swallowed her pride and nodded.

She forced a smile, "Hello! I'm the new cleaner at your house. I heard you don't like eating, so I brought you some delicious food. Would you like to try it?"

Amelia took out the items she had just bought and waited quietly for his response.

But Noah seemed to see her as someone trying to curry favor with a superior.

He gave her a cold glance and then turned his gaze away, showing no interest in engaging with her.

Amelia was undeterred and moved to another angle.

"Noah, just try a little bit. Kids who don't eat won't grow tall."

As she spoke, she took out the food and placed it in front of Noah, hoping to catch his attention.

However, the moment the smell of the food hit his nose, Noah couldn't help but start vomiting.

The doctors outside heard the commotion and rushed in.

The same actions, the same procedures.

But now Noah was awake, stubbornly refusing to let anyone near him.

Amelia watched helplessly.

Raymond had seen everything.

Having seemingly achieved the desired result, he approached Amelia, his tone cold and mocking. "See that? This is what happens when you abandon him."

Raymond's words were like a sharp sword, piercing directly at Amelia's vulnerabilities, trying to touch her conscience and make her retreat.

Amelia turned her head, glaring at him angrily. "What are you trying to say?"

Raymond sneered. "You still don't get it?"

"What you saw today is just his normal state."

"When he really got sick, it's a hundred times, a thousand times worse than what you saw."

Amelia frowned deeply. "So what?"

"So, do you still think you have the right to call yourself his mother?"

Raymond's words were filled with condemnation.

Amelia knew that she had let Noah down. She thought for a moment and then stubbornly said, "Just wait. I will make him eat."

She went home and immediately started researching anorexia.

When she saw that anorexia could be related to psychological factors, her heart sank.

Could it be that Noah's anorexia was really due to her leaving him back then?

Thinking about how Zoey looked when she used to skip meals, Amelia suddenly came up with an idea.

The next morning, she returned to Noah's hospital room once again.

To his surprise, Raymond was already in the room. Besides checking on Noah's condition, he was also giving some instructions, but Amelia hadn't noticed him initially because he was standing too far inside.

As a result, the moment Amelia walked through the door, she nearly bumped into his chest. The familiar scent of pinewood filled the air as Amelia looked up at Raymond's face, inches away, prompting her to quickly take two steps back in fright. Yet, this scene appeared utterly ridiculous to Raymond, much like trying to cover a spilled meal with a napkin.

Indeed, her purpose in coming here was still to get close to me, he concluded in his mind, and strangely, the suffocating feeling he had experienced upon seeing her before now inexplicably dissipated a bit. Seeing her staring at him unblinkingly, Raymond couldn't help but taunt her.

"What are you looking at? Do you plan to sex with me again like you did five years ago?"

Carl stood cautiously nearby, too afraid to speak, yet his eyes couldn't help but dart back and forth between the two, gossiping silently. Raymond's near-narcissistic words made Amelia furrow her brows involuntarily once again.

Unwilling to engage with this madman any longer, Amelia turned her head and warmly approached.

"Noah, look what I brought you today. I promise you'll like it."

Her voice was filled with temptation, like a mysterious magician trying to capture Noah's attention.

Noah, exhausted from the day's ordeal, glanced at her.

Even Raymond, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but turn his head.

Amelia quickly took out a small milk pudding from the bag.

The pudding was palm-sized, white, and tender, with a layer of yellow syrup on top.

Raymond thought it was ridiculous and scoffed. "It's just a simple milk pudding. Do you really think this will cure Noah's anorexia? Are you being a bit too fanciful?"

He was about to say more when he saw Noah, who had been listless, suddenly reach for the pudding.

Noah sniffed it cautiously, then took a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide with shock. Even Carl, standing next to Raymond, exclaimed, "Noah never eats sweets!"