Chapter 8%
“Do you like the wedding dress? I bought it for you. But you are not getting me with it. You are getting old, Lily. Find some nice, dependable man and settle down. Just don’t show up in front of me again.”
Before she could respond, he hung up and blocked her without hesitation.
Then he spread his hands and grinned at his grandfather.
“There. Happy now? Alright, bring Zara and the baby back home. I will even promise her that I would stay home on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. And go out with her on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, though. Those are mi-“}
The old man trembled with fury at his grandson’s arrogance.
He had made up his mind–he needed to teach this reckless fool a lesson.}
But as he lifted his cane again, a sudden dizziness overtook him. The relentless stress, the heartbreak and exhaustion finally broke
him.
Clutching his chest, he collapsed.
Jonathan’s smirk vanished. His face drained of color as he rushed his grandfather to the hospital.
The entire Richards Family plunged into chaos.
After a long night of emergency care, the old man was finally out of danger–but he remained in a coma, with no certainty of when he would wake.
Standing outside the hospital room, Jonathan lit a cigarette, frustration burning in his chest.
A doctor hurried over to stop him.”
Irritated, Jonathan grabbed the man’s collar.
“You–you are that pretty boy Zara went on a date with!“}
His voice rose with fury. “You actually dare show your face in front of me? Where is she? Did she take the baby and hide with you? Tell her to come see me–right now!“}
Hearing this, the doctor, who had always been extremely cultured, couldn’t help but strike back.
He looked at Jonathan with red eyes.§
“You bastard,” he growled. “You think money makes you untouchable, huh? Do you even realize what she was doing that day? She wasn’t on some date–she was at the funeral home, collecting her mother’s ashes! She lost everything in one day–her child, her mother. And you still think she’s hiding from you?“}
“And even you call yourself a husband? While your wife was suffering the worst pain of her life, you were out there drinking and sleeping around! Do you even still a human?“}
The doctor’s voice was sharp with anger, his usual composure shattered. Nurses gathered around, trying to calm the situation, but their murmurs were filled with nothing but contempt for Jonathan.}
For the first time, he had no words. The accusations bounced around his mind, but all he could picture was Zara’s face that day–so eerily calm, so drained of life.
He had spent years ignoring her emotions, brushing off her pain as inconsequential. He never once thought to look deeper, to see the wounds festering beneath the surface.
A sharp pang stabbed through his chest, but he clenched his jaw and shook his head stubbornly.
“You are all lying. Zara must have put you up to this. I don’t believe your bullshit words at all!”
His voice wavered, but he forced himself to continue. “She loves her mom more than anything. If her mom had really died, she wouldn’t be so quiet about it. And the baby–she risked her life to give birth. There’s no way she’d be this. How could she be so calm?“}
He wanted so badly to believe that he was right, but his heart pounded in his chest, an overwhelming sense of dread creeping up on
him.
He had to prove them wrong.
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