Abraham became confused when he saw Everleigh's eyes become red. "What's the matter?" "Nothing, I just got sentimental. There was a child in the hospital today who was unconscious because of her father's actions. It makes me wonder sometimes, how can the differences be so big between fathers?"
Everleigh beat around the bush, but her meaning was the same.
He smiled and said, "People have always been like that. Some say that there are vicious children but no vicious parents, but it also depends on the individual. I love my girls equally."
That was what moved her the most. "Thank you, Dad."
"We're family. There's no need to be polite like that. I don't like it," he responded.
He had never been a sentimental person. He did not like to say these cheesy words.
She understood him, so she didn't say anything else.
The next day, when Everleigh got to the hospital, she went to see Loraine first. In the morning, Stainley had told her the possibility of Loraine waking up would be less than 50%.
Her impression of Wilson worsened.
This man was the devil.
Yvonne stayed awake all night by Loraine's side. Everleigh knew that she didn't eat anything, so she bought some oatmeal for her.
"Yvonne, have some oatmeal." Everleigh handed the food to her. Yvonne's eyes were bloodshot.
Her eyes widened. How could she look so haggard after only one night?
"Thank you, but I don't have an appetite." Yvonne's voice was hoarse.
Everleigh opened the lunch box while persuading her, "Yvonne, it's a protracted war. If you want her to wake up, you'd better eat some food. Otherwise, you won't have any energy. As a mother, I know exactly how it feels when something bad has happened to my children.
Yvonne lowered her gaze and looked at the steaming oatmeal. Then, she looked up at Everleigh's concerned face.
She felt very moved.
"You are the first person to say such a thing to me," Yvonne said.
"What about Mr. Godfrey? Didn't he comfort you?"
Everleigh asked tentatively.
Yvonne felt very uncomfortable at the mention of Wilson. He... was also a father.
"Everleigh, what kind of person do you think Wilson is?" Yvonne took the oatmeal in her hands and hot steam evaporated on her face.
Everleigh looked surprised and confused, "Yvonne, what do you mean by that? It doesn't matter what I think of him. It's you who matters. You two are husband and wife."
"Everleigh, you are a smart person. How can you not know what I mean?" Yvonne added.
"Yvonne, what are you trying to say? I'm not very smart." Everleigh didn't know what she wanted to do, so she should say it in advance.
That was so she could prepare herself mentally.
Yvonne took a bite of the oatmeal and did not answer. Everleigh was not in a hurry and sat quietly beside her.
It was not until Yvonne finished the food that she pointed out slowly. "I always thought Wilson loved me, so I was willing to risk everything to be with him. However, I realize that I am wrong now."
Everleigh still did not speak, waiting for her to continue.
"In this past year, I realized how ridiculous my persistence in love was. Wilson didn't care about us at all."
Everleigh's eyes lowered, "Could this be the reason she fought with Theodore to take over Godfrey Group?"
"Yvonne, you..."
"Everleigh, remember this, never marry a man whom you love. Look at me, I'm a joke, aren't I?" Yvonne mocked herself as her eyes were filled with regrets.
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