Chapter 119 Carbon Copy
Vania picked the boy up and said to him, “Let’s go.”
With that, they headed out.
When they got to the entryway, the little guy gazed upon his adoptive father and the house he had lived in for five years. This was it. He would never come back ever again.
Vania carried him to where they parked their car. The little guy had seen cars on the road a long time ago. However, he never imagined he’d be able to sit in one and leave this place.
At that, his eyes darted everywhere with amazement.
Meanwhile, Vania opened the car door, wanting to put him inside, but her actions frightened him so much that he buried himself in her arms.
It wasn’t what it seemed, of course. He just reflexively wanted to back up, but being in Vania’s arms, there was nowhere he could go.
“You’re okay,” Vania said as he patted him to soothe his nerves. “This is my car, and it’ll take us home. Nothing will happen to you with me around. I’ll sit inside with you, so why don’t you give it a try?”
He no longer buried himself in Vania’s arms after being comforted. However, he still clenched onto her shirt tightly, letting her sit inside with him in her arms.
When Vania put him down on the seat, he immediately freaked out, for he had never felt such soft cushions before. The hay in the pig sty was even given to him sneakily by a neighboring lady, and it was the best cushion he ever had.
The spotless car got him somewhat restless as he feared his filthy clothes would dirty the space.
Vania knew it was already a feat for him to accept some things immediately. She told herself not to rush things and to take them one step at a time.
The empty bowls popped into her mind when she saw his chapped lips and flat stomach. It must’ve been days since he last ate anything.
Though heartbroken, she dared not give him any food carelessly for fear that he’d choke. With that, she took a carton of milk she had prepared in her bag and handed it to him.
“I see that your lips are chapped. Have some milk first, and I’ll get you some food when we reach the city.”
She was right about him starving for days, and he had also finished the last bit of water the night before.
He had never tasted milk before, but he dared not take it from her despite subconsciously licking his lips as his stomach growled.
“It’s okay. You can drink it. I prepared it especially for you,” Vania comforted him as she poked the straw through the carton.
The little guy fixed his gaze on Vania and only put the straw in his mouth when he was finally certain she wouldn’t be mad, taking massive gulps.
The way he wolfed down the milk pained Vania. How he would react to other food when he was already this afraid of a carton of milk? She dared not imagine what he ate in that horrible environment. Probably anything and everything, right?
“Take it easy and finish your drink slowly. I still have plenty. They’re all for you,” Vania said as she stroked his back, fearing that he’d choke from drinking so quickly.
The little guy then gingerly took another carton from her, but the fear in his eyes had lessened by now. He opened his mouth but said nothing in the end despite hesitating for a long time.
He was timid, reclusive, and even dared not make a sound when he was being beaten, enduring it all silently.
However, his actions already spoke volumes for Vania.
She knew he wanted to thank her, and she was deeply touched. “You never have to be so polite with me.”
After having some milk in his stomach, the little guy looked visibly more alive.
Though his face was still filthy and his hair was also disheveled, she could still tell from his outline that he was practically a carbon copy of her babies at home.
