NovelEnglishAfter Rosalie pushed them out, she slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Her body gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, closing her eyes in anguish.
"Rose!" Sebastian called as he knocked on the door. "I'm sorry." "Stop talking! Just leave! Please, just go. I don't want to see either of you right now. I need sspace." Chandra sighed helplessly. "We should go." Sebastian knew there was no point in staying and causing more conflict. The two of them left together.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtInside the elevator, Chandra said coldly, "Sebastian, don't think I don't know why you didn't tell her earlier. Are you still harboring feelings for her?" "Grandma, Rose and I are both adults. Whatever happens between us is none of your business anymore." "She's my granddaughter, and you're my grandson. Do you think I wouldn't care about this?" Sebastian turned to glare at her with icy eyes. "Grandma, Rose and I were once married. If we had consummated our marriage, what would you do about it? Besides, are you planning to announce to the world that she's your granddaughter? Don't forget, my uncle's wife is still alive, and she's not someone to be trifled with. If she learns about Rose's existence, what do you think will happen? Back then, didn't you force my uncle into marrying her because of her father's position?" "That's enough!" Chandra snapped angrily. "What do you even know about the past? You weren't even born back then!" "You're right. I wasn't born yet, but that doesn't make your actions any more noble. So, Grandma, don't try to lecture me. You'd better stay out of my affairs with Rose. If this escalates, it'll only hurt everyone involved." With a ding, the elevator doors opened. Sebastian stepped out without another word, leaving Chandra behind.
Chandra followed him out, watching his departing figure with furrowed brows. A sense of foreboding crept into her heart. Sebastian might be even more ruthless than his father.
That evening, Yerick accompanied Wesley for dinner, but Wesley couldn't seem to enjoy the meal. He sighed several times and eventually put down his cutlery.
"Mr. Spencer, do you not have an appetite?" Yerick asked, setting down his cutlery as well. "Are you still worried about Miss Harper? She'll be fine." Wesley's expression was haggard, and his emotions were low. He glanced at Yerick and then said, "My mother has passed away, my wife has divorced me, and now this has happened. I can't convince myself not to think about it all." Content belongs to en.kikistories"Mr. Spencer, is she really that important to you? Are you in so much pain because something happened to her?" "Of course," Wesley said. "She's the most important person to me. I love her. I wish that bullet had hitinstead. I wish I were the one lying in that hospital bed." Wesley's eyes turned red, and hot tears welled up, ready to spill over.
Yerick's expression appeared sympathetic, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a flicker of calculation.
"Yerick, you must have been devastated when your mother passed away, right?" Wesley asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYerick lowered his gaze, his face falling as memories from the past surfaced. A heavy sense of repression filled his eyes.
"When my mom died, she was nothing but skin and bones. The illness had tortured her beyond recognition. I held her hand, but it was ice-cold. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't save her." Yerick clenched his teeth and continued, "Before she died, I asked her again about my father, but she still refused to tell me. Who was that man? Why wouldn't she reveal his identity, even on her deathbed? Now I have no mother and no father. I'll never find him." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesWesley's heart ached as a surge of intense pain swept over him. He felt a strong urge to tell Yerick the truth-that he was his father.
"Yerick, you havenow. I'll treat you like my own son." Yerick gave a bitter smile. "No matter what, you're not my real father. And I have no idea where he is." Wesley's hands, resting on his legs, clenched into fists. Cold sweat seeped from his palms. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the truth lodged in his throat and refused to cout. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesHe still didn't have the courage to tell Yerick. He feared Yerick wouldn't accept it and might leave in anger, never to be seen again.
"Mr. Spencer, my past is long gone. Let's not talk about it anymore. If you really can't stomach anything, I can accompany you for a walk. We can chat and relax. I'll be here for you." "Thank you. Hearing that makesfeel a bit better. Let's eat something first, then we can go for a walk." Yerick nodded. "Alright, Mr. Spencer."
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