NovelOnlineChapter 328 Willow pouted with displeasure. If she informed her mother that she'd returned the company car, she'd probably get the scolding of her life.
It could wait a couple of days. It wasn't urgent information.
After she'd finished eating, Willow headed out once more, and made her way to the hospital where Samantha had been admitted to.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGoing by memory, she made her way through the inpatient ward to her cousin's room.
As she walked down one of those corridors, a man strode out from another room. There were bandages wound around his waist and leg, and he was leaning on a crutch.
At first, Willow paid him no heed, diverting her course to go around him. However, the man moved into her path, his towering frobstructing the way. With a pained voice, the man said, "Ah, it's you, Willow... here to visit your daddy?" These words struck her, somewhere deep within her heart. Lifting her gaze sharply, she took a closer look, and realized that the man before her was none other than George Lane! Instantly going on high alert, she coldly replied, "Don't be ridiculous. I have no father!" With that, she stepped around him to pass him by. However, George hobbled forward and caught hold of her wrist. "It's all my fault, Willow! If I'd known that your mother hadn't gotten an abortion... that she'd decided to actually give birth to you instead... I'd have done my duty as a father: raised you, cared for you, provided for you... But your mother lied to me! She toldthat she'd performed the surgery, gotten rid of you..." His voice was heavy with guilt and regret. When he looked upon Willow, his eyes radiated fatherly affection. Hearing those words... seeing that expression... Willow's implacable resolve suddenly wavered, her ice-cold heart thawing abruptly, without warning...
All her life, a father was something other people had-but not her. Whenever she saw other kids being doted on by their fathers, enjoying a sense of security she herself had never known... the loneliness was indescribable. After losing his daughter, Yvette's father seemed to have given up on life, and passed away himself soon afterwards. Witnessing this had left Willow with the vivid impression that a father's love was something miraculous, which transcended reasons and limits.
Yvette's father had loved her so much that her demise had been his, as well.
Willow had long wished for a father who loved her like that. As a child, it had seemed an impossible dream...
Now, she was already a full-grown woman... and then this man appeared, claiming to be her father! In her heart flared defiant rejection... however, somewhere deep down inside, she'd always wanted something like this.
Willow twisted free of his grip.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"That's all in the past, now. You have your life to live, and I have mine.
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Let's just go on being strangers to one another. One more thing, though..." She fixed him with astern you'd glare "Don't you dare raise your hand against my mother ever again! If you ever repeat that stunt you pulled last time, I swear I'll see you behind bars!"
George could see that she was resolute. He sighed faintly, wearing a look of anguish upon his face. "I'm afraid you've misunderstood, Willow. What was doing with your mother back there was nothing more than a bit of harmless flirting around, you see? When I learned that your mom was still single, even after all these years, I thought that maybe she'd never gotten over me... just like how I'd never gotten over her, either. That thought gotso excited, I just couldn't help myself-" "I don't want to hear it!" Willow snapped, revolted and infuriated.
Seeing that their conversation was taking a sharp turn for the worse, George cut himself off immediately, attempting instead to placate her by saying, "Alright, alright... if you don't want to hear it, I won't say any more. I get it." He produced a card from his pocket, and offered it to her. "There's two hundred thousand dollars on this card. The passcode is your mom's birthday. Take it, as compensation for not being there for you, all these years." Willow batted his hand aside contemptuously. "Keep your filthy money, I don't want it!"
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