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To cure my son Freesia's autism, I specifically went abroad for training.
That night during our video call, I found him curled up under the table, his eyes darting around, too afraid to look at me.
Worried, I contacted his tutor. She said to alleviate my son's separation anxiety, she had specially brought her child to keep Freesia company!
The next second, she sent me a photo of the two boys together.
The boy was wearing Freesia's favorite clothes.
I messaged my husband, but he carelessly replied:
"Thanks to Sunny, Freesia has made his first real friend in life."
"Freesia gave those clothes to Sunny himself! Can't you, as his mother, be a little less stingy?!"
Uneasy, I rushed home early, only to discover a hidden secret.

Autism Son Cared for Until Incontinent

Sunny brushed her bangs aside and spread her hands, taking two steps back. "Well, Deng, if you're leaving, I'll just turn it on myself!"


"You just try it!" I gripped the plug tightly, almost snapping the cord. "If you dare turn it on, I'll kick you out of this house!"


Sunny scoffed, saying, "Your word doesn't count. This house belongs to Dad Duke."


At that moment, I understood. Someone must be backing her up.


That person was none other than my husband, Nolan.


I dialed Nolan's number, but before I could speak, he rushed to say, "Darling, I'm in the middle of an important negotiation. We'll talk later."


Lately, every phone call had ended just as hastily.


I couldn't help but grow more suspicious of him.


Thinking of Sunny's arrogant attitude, I was fuming. I decided to have a chat with her mother, Ms. Stratton, first.


But to my surprise, I called Ms. Stratton several times, only to have each call disconnected.


Her son was still at my house, so why wasn't she answering my calls?


So, I took Freesia with me and had the driver take us to Ms.The Stratton residence.


Driver Mr. Harrington looked at us but didn't budge.


Mr. Harrington replied coldly, "Sunny will need the car shortly. I'm waiting for him."


"Freesia and I need to go out now, take us first!" I firmly stepped forward to open the car door.


But Mr. Harrington held it shut, "Everything has its order. Sunny goes to the West End for dinner at this time every day. We can't break the routine."


Seeing his matter-of-fact attitude, I was about to lose my temper, but noticed Freesia had been scared by his loud voice and retreated to the side. I had no choice but to let it go.


We took a taxi straight to Ms. Stratton's house. When she saw us, she hesitated for a long time before opening the door.


I called out at the doorstep, "Ms. Stratton, it's me, Freesia's mom. What's the meaning of hiding and not seeing us?"


Finally, she opened the door with her head down to let us in.


I got straight to the point, "Ms. Stratton, has Freesia not been attending classes recently?"Ms. Stratton looked at Freesia, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "Freesia's mom, I don't know. I really don't know."


"Don't know? How can you not know? You've been accompanying Freesia to her recovery sessions, and Sunny, he's still living at our house."


Ms. Stratton opened her mouth several times, but swallowed her words back each time.


"Ms. Stratton, to be frank, I came back because I discovered Freesia is in trouble, and that trouble is related to your son, Sunny."


"If I find concrete evidence, I will definitely seek justice for Freesia."


Hearing my words, Ms. Stratton finally couldn't hold back: "Freesia's mom, Sunny... he's not my son at all."


I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning, unable to move.


Chapter 4