Daddy, I Want Mummy...
Chapter 1

All the characters, incidents, and settings in this story are fictional. Similarities to certain stories, both plot and characters are just coincidental and unintentional.

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The UCLA Medical Center.

Rachel James rushed to the floor where her office was. His outdoor fights caught him off guard late at night.

At that moment, nearly ten people, all of whom were large bodies, were standing in the spacious hospital hallway.

They were all wearing black suits and sunglasses, and their attitudes were strict as if they were facing an enemy.

When the nurses and doctors on duty saw her approaching, they heaved a sigh of relief and nearly burst into tears.

"Dr. Rachel, you've arrived."

Rachel nodded at them, looked at the entire corridor, and said,

"Please wait outside in the waiting room first. The atmosphere is too noisy, will interfere with the work of the medical staff."

The doctor entered the room.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw chaos all over the place. Plants in pots, books, pencils, paper, and glasses are all messy. There were also some tea and coffee stains on the floor.

The only good and clean thing is just a small sofa.

A little boy was sitting on a small sofa, his back facing towards him.

Rachel no longer noticed how messy the room was.

His heart surged with anger, and he planned to teach the little boy a lesson.

But thinking of the people in the black suit, he immediately changed his expression and he gently asked,

"Hi, what's your name? What's wrong with you?"

The boy slowly turned his head when he heard the voice.

Rachel was surprised to see the tenderness on the child's face.

A feeling of inexplicable kindness suddenly emerged from his heart and erased his anger. The boy just looked at her and said nothing.

A pair of dark and brilliant eyes flashed like two crystal grapes. He glanced at the boy and observed that his fleshy little hand was making a fist in his stomach.

Dr. Rachel gives the sweetest grin. "I'm willing not to have the ability to read your mind. I don't know what's wrong with you based on your facial expression. If you don't want to talk, can you please show me where you feel uncomfortable?"

Rachel finished the discussion and smiled at him. The boy looked into his eyes.

The room was very quiet.

When Rachel believed she would not answer, the child reached out her fleshy little hand and pointed to her stomach.

Rachel gently massaged her stomach three times through her fitting clothes. "Does your stomach hurt?"

The boy looked at Rachel James for a moment, then his hand on his stomach as if it was an afterthought, and slowly nodded.

Rachel stepped up, held him up with both hands, and since the child was not struggling, she took him to the patient's bed for a thorough examination.

The boy was surprised by his unexpected actions and stood there for a while until he hugged him.

Her cute and sensitive face was expressionless.

The baby sister at the room door was observing and was surprised to see her young master in Dr. Rachel James's.

The young master of the family was never close to anyone except the young master, Christopher Morgan.

Even after five years of caring for the young master, he had no chance of becoming close to him.

In an empty parking lot, a fancy new Bugatti Divo is parked, and the Baby sisters welcome it immediately.

"Young Master."

It was not long before the man stepped down from the driver's seat with a handsome face and extraordinary clothes.

The beautiful lines of her face squeezed firmly, making the eyes feel unsatisfied looking at her.

"Where is Owen?" Chris asked coldly.

"With the treatment of Dr. Rachel, young master is asleep."

Chris asked again, "Dr. Rachel?"

"That's the doctor from the hospital. As she hugged the young master, she did not reject him." Baby sister said with a little excitement.

Chris slightly frowned and quickened his pace.

The baby sister escorted her to Rachel James's room.

Christopher stops his steps when he reaches the floor where Dr. Rachel James is.

The baby sister was silent.

Suddenly, his eyes blinked.

Owen slept in this room, where two heads stuck together.

Owen leaned against Rachel James's arm like a delicate doll, and there was no unease on her delicate little face.

Rachel James's face is seen by Christopher. Eyes shining with a fleeting surprise.

Rachel always slept well, and when she realized someone was watching her, she woke up.

He was shocked when he saw the man in front of him.

Rachel opened her eyes and saw Mr. Christopher still standing there.

Rachel James is quite familiar with her, not just because she is more interested in finance and journalism than anything else.

Every day, nurses and doctors at the hospital refer to him as "Christopher Morgan", and some of them can't wait for the day when they might adore him as a masculine idol.

He was really confused by it.

The statement, uttered by Mr. Christopher Morgan, symbolizes the wealth and prestige enjoyed by those at the top of the Australian corporate ladder. When the strength of the Morgan family in Australia was considered, if the family set foot, Australia would tremble because of it.

Owen seemed to be aware of the doctor's feelings as he slowly turned to get up, his face a little confused by what he saw.

When Owen met Chris, he reached out his fat little hand to hug her.

He was hugged by Chris as he reached out.

"Is your stomach comfortable?"

Silently, Owen nodded his head to his father's neck, and went back to sleep.

Owen's back was caressed by his father's large hand.

Rachel's eyes were like obsidian, and those eyes were stuck to her face.

He got up, coughed, and said, "Unfortunately, my pharmacist colleague is not working today and cannot give any medicine. You can go home tonight and take care of her at home, and she'll feel better the next day. I'll write you a prescription for the drug."

Chris nodded slightly, as if responding. He walked away without looking back.

Rachel rolled her eyes in the empty room.

What's so great about having money?

What's problem?

He thinks to himself.

Rachel went home for a break after turning off the lights.

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Next day.

The phone rang at his desk in the middle of the day. Rachel picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Rachel James from UCLA Hospital."

No sound on the other end of the phone.

He blinked, his face flushed red in confusion.

He wants to hang up.

Before he could hang up, he heard two faint knocking sounds.

Rachel James stopped to hang up the phone and then put the phone in her ear once again.

Just then, on the other end of the phone, he could hear a light breath sound, as if it came from a small child.

As soon as Rachel recalled the child, she could not help her tone.

Rachel said, "Are you the little patient who came to see me last night?"

On the other end of the phone, I heard a soft thud.

"Is your stomach still uncomfortable?"

There were two sounds of knocking at that moment.

Rachel's lips twitched slightly as she thought of Owen's father, and all the warmth in her voice faded away completely.

"Now that you feel better, you don't have to go to the hospital often."

There's another knock on the phone.

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TB