Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 382

"Didn't Neil go back to Rosemont? Did Karina's scheme fall through?" I could then talk about Neil as casually as if we were discussing the latest gossip about a friend.

"How did you know?" Stella asked in a surprised manner.

"I was at the hospital for a postnatal check-up earlier. The doctor knows Karina, and I overheard their conversation," I explained truthfully.

Stella clicked her tongue, "You and Neil must have been sworn enemies in a past life. You've moved all this way and still can't seem to escape him."

I had to agree with her; in my past life, I had held a deep grudge against Neil. I had refused to divorce him, nearly preventing him from marrying his true love.

Our conversation was cut short when Stella's baby started crying.

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When I arrived home, I could hear Brandon crying. My father was desperately trying to soothe him but to no avail. I quickly took over, and my father sank into the couch, clutching his back as if in pain.

"Dad, are you okay?" I asked worriedly. He was in his sixties, and his health wasn't as robust as it used to be.

"Just an old ailment," he sighed, "I'm old. But now that I have two grandchildren; I have no regrets in life."

His health wasn't great. His back especially wasn’t great since he used to sit in an office all day. My mother, on the other hand, had a heart condition and couldn't exert herself too much.

If it wasn't for Russel's tireless efforts, I might not have been able to manage both kids on my own.

But it wasn't fair to him. So, I planned to hire a couple of housekeepers and a nanny to share the load, allowing my parents to rest and let Russel catch a break.

As I was pondering that, Russel showed up at my house. My parents trusted him so much that they had given him the codes for all the locks in the house.

Usually, Russel went over to help with the kids or bring food. But today, he had a suitcase with him, "I need to go back to Rosemont for about a week."

"What happened?" my mother asked. Even I could tell that Russel didn't look good.

"No worries. My dad's just not feeling well, and I need to go check on him." Russel tried to reassure us with a small smile, but his worry was evident.

He had fought with his father before, and Chloe' death had only exacerbated their issues. But blood is thicker than water, and he couldn't ignore his own family.

"Go see him. As we age, health issues are inevitable. Spend some time with him." My father patted Russel's shoulder and sighed, "Russel, you're a good kid. And we know how you feel about Rena, but if your dad wants to introduce you to other women, you should agree. Understand?"

My parents both knew the pressure Russel was under for me. And they knew how I felt about him.

Some things can't be forced, and I was hesitant to make a decision.

Russel didn't respond to my father's words; he was quite stubborn in this aspect.

He looked at me. And I felt compelled to say something, "Drive safe."

"Sure, I'll be back in a week." Russel nodded, and then he left, as we watched him go.