Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

Hearing Lisa's question just now, Oscar immediately answered, "William is fine, don't worry! Get plenty of rest or your vision won't heal later. Get well soon! I will definitely come back to accompany you after my business with William is over, okay?"

Hearing Oscar's answer just now made Lisa's heart relieved. She could breathe freely this time. "Thank God, I'm afraid something bad happened to William. But is he sick?"

"Why do you ask? William is not your son, right? Why do you care about him?" Oscar asked back. That question sounded very sharp and cynical. Lisa choked her throat. Her tongue then went out, she really didn't know what to say!

"I..." Lisa said nervously, "I just wanted to say thank you because you care about me. Without your help, I might not have had hope because I was blind, so as a token of my gratitude, I have to care about you and your child too!" Lisa  answered, trying to justify her cause.

Hearing Lisa's words that sounded sincere made Oscar flattered, as if there was an electric current that stung his heart and made the man smile from the other side of the line. Oscar did not speak for a long time, the man was at a loss for words. Lisa was immediately amazed when she didn't hear a response from Oscar on the other side.

"Oscar, are you all right?"

Hearing Lisa's words just now, Oscar immediately woke up from his reverie. "Oh sorry, sorry. I am fine. Don't worry, I have to hang up this call. I'll come back tonight!"

Oscar hung up the call then took a deep breath. For a moment he thought, why did Lisa care that much about William? There seemed to be something odd about this.

The first time Oscar saw William was when Clara brought home a baby from an orphanage. Clara said that she wanted to adopt the child as her form of love for him. Clara still wanted to marry Oscar, but the man still seemed doubtful. Strangely, when Clara brought William home to his house, Oscar felt a very strong bond with the little boy. Not only that, William's face resembled him but at first glance. That's why Oscar ordered Dani to investigate the origin of the mysterious boy a few weeks ago.

The man then rubbed his face and strolled into the infant and children ward. His cell phone rang again, this time the call came from Dani. "What's wrong, Mr. Dani?" Oscar asked briefly.

"Mr. Oscar, I'm already in room 123. Miss Clara is also beside me," Mr. Dani answered from across. His voice sounded flat as usual.

"Okay, I'm on my way there. How is William doing?" Oscar asked back.

"You'd better come quickly and see for yourself Mr. Oscar," Dani said briefly. Hearing his last words, Oscar immediately hung up the call and then pushed open the door to room 123 without saying anything.

Inside, he saw an anxious-looking Clara sitting by the bed. Beside the door was Dani, who stood ready. The man showed no expression at all. One of his hands invited Oscar to approach William as the boy was still lying on the bed, complete with a respirator attached to him.

Oscar stared at the boy with a sorrowful and pitiful look. Even though William was Clara's adopted child, when he saw for himself the boy's pitiful face on the bed, it cut his heart, as if the boy was his own flesh and blood. Oscar then leaned closer to the poor baby's face. His face looked very pale and cold. Without realizing it, tears dripped from the corners of his blue eyes.

"William has pneumonia, the doctor said if his body heat has not decreased in 2 days it could be dangerous for William," Clara said haltingly. Her eyes were filled with tears when she touched Oscar's shoulder who was staring at William with grief.

"How could you, Clara..." Oscar said softly. His anger started to burn.

Clara didn't understand what Oscar meant just now. She paused for a moment then said, "What do you mean? Are you saying I have the heart to let him fall sick?"

"You have the heart, Clara! What kind of mother are you! How long has William suffered that he has had a fever like this!? You shouldn't underestimate fever! You are truly an irresponsible mother! William is your son! Even though he's adopted, he's still your son, you idiot!" Oscar raised his voice so that it boomed across the room.

Hearing his scolding made the hairs on Clara's neck shudder in horror. The woman was afraid to speak, her tongue went out. Her heart began to beat so fast that her entire body trembled.

"Explain to me, how could it happen like this!?" Oscar snapped as he pushed Clara against the wall.

In this position, Clara was increasingly afraid to speak up. The woman then bursted into tears, begging Oscar's mercy. "It's not my fault, Oscar! This is Mrs. Rusminah's fault! She didn't come back to Jakarta from her hometown and left William until he fell ill!" Clara said, arguing. Clara knew she was ignoring her responsibilities as William's adoptive mother, but she still tried to make excuses so that she could escape Oscar's tantrum.

"Your explanation is so absurd, Clara! You are William's mother. You took the initiative to adopt William from the beginning and now you are not responsible for your own choice!?" Oscar was running out of patience. At the slightest mistake, the man might beat Clara until the demonic woman collapsed on the floor.

"Don't blame me, Oscar! I did my best to take care of William!" Clara fired back, not wanting to be blamed.

"Ever since you came back to me, my life has fallen apart, Clara! My marriage was also destroyed and it was all because of you! The result of your rotten wits! Now see, you can't even take care of a child! You're really irresponsible. What a bad mother!" Oscar scolded while pointing at Clara's face.

Clara grew more panicked and scared. She had never been scolded by her former lover like this. "It's not my fault! This is Mrs. Rusminah's fault for not coming back to Jakarta!"

"Enough! Don't try to make any excuse!" Suddenly, Oscar grabbed Clara by the collar and threw the woman down, making her fall on the floor. Clara groaned in pain as her body hit the cold hard surface of the floor. Her tears were pouring down even more.

"Oscar, why!? Why don't you believe me? If it weren't for my love for you, I wouldn't want to come back to you, Oscar! William is my son and I did my best to take care of him!" Clara explained with her crocodile tears.

"Then do it properly, you fool!" Oscar cursed right on Clara's face. The gaze in his eyes grew sharp and piercing. The man was really angry!

"Why, why don't you trust me in the slightest?! Why would you prefer that bitch Lisa over me? What's so special about that lowly woman compared to me!?"

The words just now were deliberately made by Clara to shake Oscar's feeling that was starting to become fragile. Under these circumstances, Oscar's wavering confidence would be a great opportunity for Clara to divert his anger. But her move did not work, instead of the man forgetting his anger at her, Oscar became even more angry because Clara's words wasted his patience.

"Don't bring up Lisa's name on this matter! William's problem has nothing to do with her!" Oscar snapped as he grabbed Clara by the collar.