Chapter 401

Maeve almost couldn't hold him. She patted his little bottom and told him not to move, lest he fall.

Theo blushed and said softly, "He hates me, so I won't like him either."

'I, Theo, am a man of integrity. Hmph!'

Maeve didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "How can you tell your father doesn't like you? He's just not good at expressing himself. He's born with a cold face. He doesn't dislike you." "He does." It was rare for Theo to be so stubborn.

Maeve didn't know what was bothering him. She felt that if this continued, it wouldn't be beneficial to their relationship. However, this was something Byron should be worried about, not her. Moreover, she was still angry about what he had done previously.

After dinner, Theo plunged into his room and continued extracting the essence. Maeve didn't let them stay up late; he still had to go to school. Hence, after a long time, Theo had only accumulated half a bottle of medicinal essence. There was still a long way to go.

Maeve came out of the kitchen, intending to tutor Will in his homework in the living room. Then, she watched as Will waved his hands, completing two assignments simultaneously at an astonishing speed. She was instantly dumbfounded. She picked up his homework and saw the accuracy was very high. Maeve was dumbfounded again. 'Will could actually do his homework like this?? Couldn't his brain and hands be connected?'

"Mom, I'm going to help Theo." Will tidied his homework and put it back in his bag. He overcame his shyness and tiptoed to kiss Maeve on the cheek. "Thank you, Mom, for helping me check my homework." Maeve's heart softened. Before she could kiss him, he shyly ran away, his face red.

Maeve laughed. Unlike Theo, that little coquettish sweetheart, Will was reserved and quiet. He kept his emotions to himself and was hardly influenced by the outside world. It was already great progress that he could now initiate a kiss. Seeing it was time, Maeve put the soup in a thermos and went to the hospital to accompany Byron.

She arrived at an inopportune moment; Byron was talking to the attending doctor inside. The attending doctor suggested he continue his hospitalization for observation. The measures outside weren't as complete as those available at the hospital. If the toxin in his eyes spread again, it could be immediately detected and stopped.

Maeve was shocked. 'Poison? Wasn't Byron injured in a car accident? Why was it related to poisoning?'

She lightened her footsteps and leaned her ear against the door to eavesdrop.

Byron didn't accept the attending doctor's suggestion. He only said he knew what he was doing and ordered him to leave. The attending doctor sighed repeatedly and left with the nurses. After they left, Maeve came out from the corner and entered the ward a while later.

Byron's cold face instantly softened. "You're so early today?"

"...I haven't even said anything yet. How do you know it's me?" Maeve stared at the gauze on his eyes as if she wanted to find out the truth. "I listen to footsteps."

If it were any other time, Maeve would be surprised at her ability to distinguish them. However, she had a lot on her mind tonight and wasn't very focused.

Sensing her unusual silence, Byron asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. I just feel a little tired."

"Work, or Will and Theo?"

Maeve glanced at him. "Why aren't you in the options?"

Byron raised his eyebrows. "So it's because of me?"

Maeve wanted to ask him about the poison, but she felt he wouldn't tell her the truth. Instead, he'd use the excuse of punishing her to deliberately divert her attention, like last night. Her heart felt stuffy, and she had an indescribable feeling.

'Even an outsider like Serena knows about his injuries clearly. Only I am kept in the dark. Not only that, the last time he forbade me from entering his ward, he let Serena in. Is it because I couldn't give him any help, so there's no need to tell me?' Maeve knew it was wrong to think this way, but at that moment, she couldn't control herself.

While distracted, Maeve suddenly felt warmth on the back of her hand. She looked down and saw Byron had grabbed her hand and was holding it.

"Maeve." He sighed softly. "I can't see now. Most of the time, I can't feel your emotional changes in time. I'll only know why you're unhappy if you tell me."

Maeve suddenly felt a lump in her throat and pursed her red lips tightly.

When the blockage in her throat disappeared, she said calmly, "Then I'll be frank. I just heard what you and the doctor said. Your eye injury wasn't caused by a car accident, right?" Byron frowned imperceptibly and didn't deny it. "Yes."

"Who poisoned you?" Maeve's bright eyes blazed with anger. 'Don't let me find out which despicable person it was!'

"No one. I was careless."

"Are you still going to lie to me?" Maeve looked down at his cold face. "Or are you protecting that person?"

Other than that, nothing else could explain why he had gone to so much trouble to hide everything from her.