Lock You In My Heart

Gabrielle didn’t come around until 11 o’clock in the evening. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in the hospital.
“Gabrielle! You’re finally awake!” exclaimed Westley as he came out of the bathroom. He was so happy to see she had
awakened.
Gabrielle had been in deep sleep for several hours, which made Westley so anxious.
Remy and the doctor assured him that Gabrielle would be okay. She would wake up in a few hours, they told him.
Still, Westley was worried.
Thank God, she finally woke up.
“Have I slept for a long time? How is Ms. Glyn?” asked Gabrielle anxiously.
Melissa should be getting better. She just underwent a blood transfusion, receiving the blood that Gabrielle had donated.
“The operation is over. Her life is no longer in danger. She will be transferred to the ward for her recuperation. The Walker family
are here so they are taking care of her,” Westley said, keeping her up to date with the situation.
Gabrielle knew that Melissa married into the Walker family. Hearing Westley’s news had calmed her worry over Melissa.
“I’m glad that her family is here. How about the child? And Nathan?” Gabrielle was getting worried again.
She had to ask about them. She had risked her life to save the child. And Nathan had taken the bullet for her. She owed him a
lot.
“They are still in a coma. Someone from the Sanderson Family has already come so you do not have to worry about Nathan.
And the child ... poor child! We found out that his mother brought him here to Thailand. Sadly, she died on the scene. The police
had taken custody of the body. They couldn’t find anything about his mother, not even her name. They think that it had just been
the child and mother living together. Now, his mother is dead. Poor child, he’s now an orphan.”
Westley knew that his wife would feel pitifully sad but he had to tell her the truth. He found it strange that the police couldn’t find
any information about the child’s mother. He could only think of one explanation. Someone deliberately hid her identity. Westley
didn’t want Gabrielle to think too much, especially now in her condition. He would ask Slater to find anything about the child. If he
couldn’t despite all efforts, they would have to figure out what to do with him. “An orphan ... she’s now an orphan?” Gabrielle said
softly, “The girl appears to be almost the same age as Tammy. How could God treat her like this?”

She then spoke aloud as she looked at Westley. “Wait ... why are you referring to her as a ‘he’?” “Because the child is actually a
boy,” Westley answered. “I think his mother dressed him as a girl. Probably she wanted to conceal something, or maybe she
wanted a daughter so much that she dressed her son like that. He is a beautiful little boy. No wonder you thought he is a girl,” he
said. He knew he had to explain as his wife had a bewildered expression on her face. “A little boy?” Gabrielle couldn’t believe it.
The child’s face had soft features. His long hair was tied in ponytails. And he was wearing a dress.
Anyone could mistake him for a girl. “He is a boy. We don’t really know much about him. But don’t worry. I’ll ask Slater to
investigate his background,” Westley said, reaching out to hold Gabrielle’s hands. That was just the best that he could do at the
moment. But if Slater’s efforts proved futile, he wouldn’t spend any more time and resources to find out who the strange boy was.
If no one would come out as the boy’s family, perhaps he could be considered an orphan. Then it would be the governor who
would handle the custody issue. “What are you going to do if you can’t really find anything about him?”
Gabrielle looked at him, anxiously waiting for his answer.
“If that’s the case, I’ll have to send him to the orphanage. That’s the best place for him, considering the circumstances. He will be
taken care of in the orphanage,” said Westley. He was very careful with his words.
“Westley, I ...” Gabrielle said tentatively.
She knew how her idea would sound to her husband. She wasn’t sure if he would agree.
She didn’t want the child to be sent to an orphanage. For goodness’ sake, he just lost his mother!
“Gabrielle, you can tell me. I am your husband. You don’t have to worry about telling me anything,” Westley said in all
seriousness.
The way she spoke made Westley realize that she wanted to tell him something important. He clasped his hands in hers.
“Westley, is it possible ... well, I’d want us to adopt the boy and take him with us to Antawood. When he finds his family, he can
go with them,” Gabrielle said earnestly as she looked her husband in the eye. She felt terribly sorry for the boy and she wanted
to do something for him.
“I know you are kind-hearted. And it is hard for you to see him end up in an orphanage. But Gabrielle, it’s not easy to raise a
child, let alone someone else’s child. Do you understand what I mean?” said Westley as he now lovingly rubbed his wife’s
shoulders.

How could she not understand what he meant? Of course, she understood. She knew that it was difficult enough to raise one’s
own child. Raising another’s child would be harder. But she couldn’t bear to see the boy being sent to the orphanage. She risked
her life to save him. He meant that much to her. She had to take care of him. She wanted to take care of him. “I know what you
meant, Westley. I am an orphan myself. Had it not been for the Jones family who took care of me, I would not have led a
comfortable life. If it were not for them, I would not have met and married you,”
Gabrielle said sincerely. “Gabrielle, I don’t think so. No matter where you were born and raised, you would still be my wife and
we would end up together. We are destined to be with each other. It is our fate. Nothing can change it,” said Westley with
conviction. Gabrielle was speechless. What could she say to Westley’s words? She was deeply touched by her husband’s
pronouncement of his love for her. However, she didn’t mean to say that they were destined to be together. “Westley, that is not
what I meant. There is a big difference between growing up in a real family and being in an orphanage,”
Gabrielle gently said. Westley sighed. Of course, that would be his wife’s thinking. “Gabrielle, if you have firmly decided to adopt
him, I will support you. We will take him back to Antawood. We will raise him as our own. But there is one condition,” said
Westley. “When the boy wakes up, we will ask him if he wants to go with us.” “Okay. We’ll wait for him to wake up,” Gabrielle
said, smiling at her husband. The boy looked like he was four or five years old. He should be able to make such a decision by
himself.