Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 1164 Alistair Has a Disease that Cannot be Cured

Her Alistair, unlike other children, was different.

When she was abroad, she had a friend who was a very close psychiatrist.

That friend of hers had treated a patient.

The patient was a one-week-old child.

The child never communicated with anyone, was not sad or happy, and was completely immersed in his own world, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

At that time, his friend, a psychiatrist, said that the child was severely depressed, autistic, misanthropic, paranoid and extremely dysfunctional.

She asked her friend if a child that young could be depressed.

Her friend said categorically, "Of course he can!

Even younger children can get depressed under the influence of certain circumstances.

Severely depressed people, who do not feel the warmth of the world, will choose to die if one day their inner world completely collapses.

It was more frightening than just paediatric autism.

Freya's heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. Her Alistair's symptoms looked like whatever depression her friend was talking about, and he had locked himself inside an ivory tower, completely cut off from the world.

She had seen Kiki suffer from severe depression many times, and she knew how terrible it was.

However, no matter what her Alistair becomes, he is her favourite baby, and she will grow up with him and do everything she can to bring sunshine back into his heart and feel the splendid colours of the world. After leaving Alistair in Freya's care, Caelan also had some of the things that Alistair normally used sent to her room.

Freya had been holding Alistair for a long time, and she felt that at this point in time, he should be hungry.

She carefully placed him in his cot and planned to make him milk powder to drink.

The milk powder that Caelan provided for Alistair was good, and as soon as she opened the box of milk powder, she could smell the nice smell of milk.

Freya didn't know how much Alistair could eat, so she gave him 90ml, so he could drink to pamper his tummy first.

Alistair did not resist eating, and he quickly drank all the milk numbly.

Freya had just felt relieved that Alistair was eating well, but he vomited out all the milk he had just drunk.

"Alistair!"

Freya was shocked by this situation, she had heard Dr. Helen say that Alistair had serious anorexia, just now when she saw Alistair drink the milk, she thought she was deliberately scaring her, but she did not expect Alistair to be really anorexic.

"Alistair, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fed you so much milk at once."

Freya kept talking to Alistair as she scrambled to wipe away the stains on his body, "Alistair, don't worry, next time, I will feed you less. You have to eat well, so that when you grow up, you can become a big handsome boy!"

"My Alistair will be extraordinarily handsome when he grows up! You're so much like Kieran, how can you not be handsome! My Alistair will definitely be even more handsome than Daddy when he grows up!" No matter what Freya said, Alistair was lying rigidly on the bed, not responding at all.

Seeing him in this state, Freya felt bad from the bottom of her heart, how much her Alistair had suffered to become like this!

The more she thought about it, the more sour her eyes became, but she didn't want to shed tears in front of Alistair, so she tried to hold them back and smiled at Alistair with her eyebrows arched, "Alistair, you haven't met your brother and sister yet. Let me tell you, your brother looks just like you! You both look just like Kieran, and God is really kind, letting you both inherit Kieran, my good genes are really wasted!" "Actually, if my face hadn't been ruined, I would have been beautiful too! I am as beautiful as your sister!"

Freya was actually worried that her face would scare Alistair, but she found that Alistair's eyes were not even half-focused, so he probably didn't even notice what she looked like.

After a while, Freya gave Alistair another spoonful of milk, this time only 30ml.

She thought that with such a small amount of milk, Alistair would finally be able to drink it, but to her surprise, he vomited immediately after drinking it.

This time, Freya's tears could no longer be restrained and she hurriedly turned her face away, letting her tears flood her eyes.

Her Alistair couldn't he eat anything.

At this rate, even if he didn't get sick, he would starve to death!

How can anyone live on nutritional injections for the rest of their lives!

"Alistair, don't throw up again, okay? Eat well from now on, I really want to see you eat in big gulps!"

After cleaning up the dirt on Alistair's body, Freya clutched his little hand and murmured over and over again, "My Alistair is the strongest, you'll definitely get better!" Freya really didn't want Alistair to be kept alive by nutrition injections, but she tossed and turned several more times, all of which ended in failure.

As she watched Alistair's already skinny face turn pale because of the many times he had vomited, Freya's heart wrenched with pain.

As she watched the transparent liquid slowly enter Alistair's body, Freya's heart ached even more.

She was revered as Medical Fairy, she had cured many people of their ailments for years, and now, she could do nothing about her Alistair's autism and anorexia.

"Miss Stahler, giving Alistair nutritional injections for a long time is not the way to go." Lister looked at Alistair, who was lying numbly on the bed, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I know." Freya bit her lips to death to stop herself from choking out a sob, "I will replace a way to make Alistair eat normally."

She knew that curing Alistair's anorexia would be hard and difficult, but no matter how hard it was, she wanted her baby to be healthy and happy.

Thinking of something, Lister hurriedly took a wooden box from the side and brought it to Freya.

"Miss Stahler, this box is for you. I think you will be able to use what's inside."

Freya took the wooden box suspiciously, opened it and saw that inside was a set of exquisite acupuncture kits, as well as some common medicines.

She looked at Lister in confusion, "Why do you want to help me?"

He looked like, he had a good relationship with Caelan, and she really couldn't figure out the reason why he was helping her.

Freya didn't want to think too sinisterly of people's hearts either, but being in the Devil's Cave, some people's inexplicable good intentions were too good for her to accept.

"I will help you because of one person." Lister's face, which always had an uninhibited smile on it, was rarely tinted with a bit of solemnity.