The temperature began to rise, as if hot air was coming out of her body, wrapping around her and making the cold moon outside seem warm and cozy.
Ella let out a soft hum twice, responding enthusiastically to him...
Winter in Country W was particularly cold, and it had been snowing these past couple of days. The snowflakes floated gently down from the sky like light fluff. Little Dorian and his brother ran outside to have a snowball fight and build a snowman.
Eric spent the day with them, making this snow day aningful for them, since it was their first ti seeing snow.
Lucas walked over, and Ella nodded at him. But there was a lingering worry in his eyes. "Ella, what’s wrong?"
What’s wrong with her? She was fine!
"I’m fine, really," she said, slightly puzzled. "Why are you asking that, Dad?"
The passion she shared with Eric the previous night had left her feeling a bit exhausted, so her energy wasn’t quite what it used to be.
"You’ve been off lately. In the past, if Elias and Dorian were playing with the snowman, you’d have joined them too. Ella, maybe you have so emotional scars. How about seeing a doctor?" Lucas gently suggested.
Ella was a little surprised but soon smiled. "I’m fine, Dad. I might have so mild emotional scars, but I’ll get over it soon."
She had been having nightmares every other night, and her lack of interest wasn’t because of anything serious—it was just that she was a little tired.
Lucas didn’t push further. She wasn’t willing to talk about it, so he’d just have to wait until she felt better. Thankfully, Eric was also soone who doted on her, putting his career aside to spend ti with her and their sons.
"By the way... Your father-in-law tried to get information from the Scott family’s servants, but he was caught and severely beaten by the Scott family. He’s still in the hospital now."
Lucas suddenly rembered sothing.
Ella frowned. Eric hadn’t ntioned this to her yet.
It seed like he still hadn’t co to terms with it.
"I know Eric doesn’t like him, but... he’s still his father. Could you try talking to him about it?" Lucas said softly.
Ella nodded. She could only try.
Jas had gone too far before, and if it were her, she wouldn’t forgive him so easily either.
But now he was lying in the hospital. So things didn’t need to be held against him.
What Ella didn’t expect was that before she could say anything, Eric brought up the idea of visiting Jas.
eting Ella’s surprised gaze, he said calmly, "Even though Jas really angered and disappointed before, and I once thought I’d never forgive him, after everything that’s happened, sotis the past is just the past. Not forgiving him doesn’t an I can’t go visit him."
Uh... Ella pursed her lips slightly. There was no need to explain all of this to her, was there?
"I understand, darling. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you," she said.
Her words made Eric smile lightly. The family of four quickly changed into their thick winter clothes, which made them all look a little bulky.
Ella wore a purple down jacket, her hair tied up, with a pure white scarf around her neck.
Though she had lost quite a bit of weight, her slightly sharper features made her look even more beautiful and delicate.
The twins also wore identical black coats, looking adorable and sweet.
Eric wore a stylish long black coat, paired with a white sweater underneath. The black and white combination made him look even more handso.
As the family of four walked down the street, they naturally attracted plenty of attention.
Inside the hospital.
Jas was awake, flipping through a large stack of newspapers. When he saw a family of four walk in, he was both surprised and delighted, but his feet couldn’t move. Still, the smile on his face was incredibly bright.
"Eric, Ella, you guys are here? Dorian, Elias, co over to Grandpa!"
Dorian and Elias didn’t have much negative feeling toward Jas. Although they didn’t see him often, every ti they t, they got nice presents.
Well, kids always have a good impression of those who give them gifts.
The two little ones ran over, and Eric silently sat to one side. The laughter of the children filled the room with joy.
Before coming here, Ella and Eric had already learned from Lucas that Jas’s legs had been broken from the beating, and the doctors said the chance of recovery was slim. This ant that Jas might spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
After the kids had their fun, Jas’s smile beca even brighter. After Ella comforted him, she left the room with her sons.
Eric sat there, and he actually had an urge to smoke.
The affection he received after becoming an adult could really be called minimal, and his hatred for Jas went so deep that he wanted to tear his bones apart. However, he never thought that one day, he would sit in the hospital room of this man he hated so much, and the suffocating feeling inside him made him crave a cigarette.
"My condition is improving, so you don’t have to worry," Jas said quickly when he noticed Eric’s silence and seemingly sad expression.
Eric finally looked up at him, a sarcastic smile curling on his lips. "I’m not worried about you. I’m just here to see if you’re dead yet."
Jas was speechless. His son had always been so sharp and ruthless with him.
Jas let out a relieved smile. He didn’t bla his son. "How could I die? I still have to live to see Dorian and Elias get married and have children. But I won’t bother you..."
"Your legs are broken, and you’ll have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Can you bother us? But this is probably karmic retribution. Mom was driven to jump off the building because of you. You’re destined to be lonely and helpless in this life."
Eric coldly stood up, anger rising in his chest at the thought.
His mother was a knot he could never untie in his life.
"But... I’m a man of principle. Since you got hurt saving Elias, I’ll allow them to call you Grandpa. But I’ll never call you Dad again."
With that, Eric stood up coldly, brushing off his clothes with his long fingers, as though trying to shake off the bad energy of the hospital room.
After his son left, Jas quietly stared at the door that had just closed, and couldn’t help but faintly twitch his lips. "This is fine... At least my grandchildren can recognize . That’s better than being rejected and kept at a distance."
At his age, he would never beg for Eric’s forgiveness, because he had been too shaless and excessive in the past.
As long as his son’s family was safe and living a happy life, that was better than anything else.
The family of four left the hospital, and at the entrance, Ella spotted an ambulance unloading a man covered in blood.
She suddenly felt nauseous.
She rembered shooting Logan in the leg... Blood sprayed from his leg, staining his white jeans. That was the first ti she had created such a bloody scene...
Ella imdiately called for a stop, pushed open the car door, and ran to a nearby trash can to throw up.
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