His Domineering Lover
Chapter 668

Adela turned her head. Edgar found her eyes were red and that she was biting her lip to hold the tears at bay.

"Adela, you..." Edgar didn't see that coming. He thought she would go crazy or something.

But she just told him not to hurt Ruth, with an extremely sad face.

What pained Adela most was not Edgar's cheating, but that she had no kids and would never have.

Although Carl treated her like his mom, she regretted not having a child with Edgar. Ironically, the other two women had his children.

As a mother, no matter how much Adela hated Ruth or Carmen, she wouldn't hate their kids.

Therefore, she didn't say no when Edgar offered to give his houses to Leo and Renee. Edgar owed her, but Leo and Renee didn't.

Similarly, she wouldn't hurt Ruth's child just because she hated Ruth.

"Since she doesn't mind whether you're broke or not, marry her and give her a home. You're her child's dad." Adela clung to the quilt. She was making her biggest concession.

Just as she had said before, she would let it go. After everything she'd been through, she'd changed. Love was not selfish. Now that this man was not the one, she was gonna move on.

"But the one I love..." Edgar tried to explain. He finally knew how much he had done wrong and wanted to make amends, but he didn't have a chance.

"Auntie, Uncle, are you hungry? I made you chicken soup today." Clara came in.

"Come on, the soup you made last time almost made me throw up." Carl snorted.

Edgar and Adela had used to the way Carl and Carla were, but when they saw Carl and Carla today, they didn't smile as they always did. When Clara came in, she saw Adela wiping her tears. Edgar didn't look happy, either.

Did they fight again? Clara was confused. "Auntie, why were you crying?"

"Well, the wind just blew sand in my eyes." Adela quickly changed the subject. "Chicken soup? Let me try."

"Okay." Clara didn't think much about it. However, Carl looked at the window. It was closed, so Adela must be lying. Adela was eating her soup as if nothing had happened. Clara looked at her with expectant eyes. "How is it?" "It's delicious."

"Caral, did you hear that? My grandma taught me this. It can't be bad. Auntie, take your time. Uncle, this is yours." Clara took a bowl of soup for Edgar.

Adela tried her best to keep calm. "Carl, you can check me out now."

"Mom, you're not well enough yet." Carl was a smart person. Adela could have gone home a long time ago, but she stayed in the hospital. He knew she did this for Edgar.

But why was she suddenly talking about leaving the hospital? Was it related to her crying just now?

"I'll be back to get the stitches out in a while. Now I want to go home."

"But Dad's still here. Why don't you stay here for him?" Carl really wanted his parents to get back together.

"Enough. I have made up my mind. If you don't check me out, I'll turn to someone else."

Adela was really determined. It was not that she didn't want to give Edgar a chance. It was that she couldn't.

Clara still had no idea what was going on. "Auntie must be tired of staying in the hospital. Just do as she says. Home is the most comfortable place."

Carl glared at the insensitive woman in anger. In the end, he sighed. He couldn't force his mom.

"Fine. I'll do it."

"Do it now."

"Mom, you have to be so anxious?" It seemed that Adela didn't want to stay here any longer.

"I hope you're done by the time I finish my soup. Clara is right. No place is better than home. I miss my home," Adela said softly.

As Carl recalled, Adela was arrogant and domineering when Edgar was around. She had never been so gentle.

"I see."

Edgar remained silent all the time. He wanted to say something, but he knew it wouldn't change anything.

"That's my boy. Clara, can you please help me pack up?"

"Alright." Clara immediately started packing. She was a hot-tempered person.

Adela insisted on leaving. Edgar knew that he might never see her again. Once she set her mind on something, she wouldn't change.

It wasn't Ruth keeping them from getting back together; it was the baby Ruth was carrying. Adela used to be bossy, but she was not a bad person.

She knew too well what a child meant to a mother. That was why she decided to quit.

Adela walked to the door without saying a word. "Adela," Edgar stopped her in a hurry.

Adela stopped. "Everything will be as we agreed. I don't have a problem with you giving your houses to someone else. Take good care of yourself. See you." Although she said so, she didn't intend to see him again.

"Auntie, let's go."

Clara helped Adela to leave. Edgar closed his eyes in annoyance. Why didn't the car accident kill him? He'd rather die than face such a thing.