After talking to Roland Gilwynn, Scarlett's fatigue disappeared. She felt refreshed, and her drowsiness was gone too.
"Xander, he said... he can help find my mother!" Her eyes bead at Xander. She was so happy to learn that Roland Gilwynn was now trying to help her find her mother.
Xander smiled back at her. He rubbed her soft cheek gently before saying, "Hmm, I heard that too... His plan sounds good. You will most likely find your mother soon."
Scarlett nodded, but she didn't say anything. Her mind was occupied with a big question; why didn't her mother appear?
Usually, her mother would show up when Alex and his team carried out missions involving Withers. But, in today's mission, she didn't show up. Even after Jude Withers and his regi fell, there was no indication that her mother would make an appearance.
That's weird! As if sothing is preventing her from appearing.
Frightened by her own thoughts, Scarlett shook her head slightly, trying to shake off all the weird thoughts in her mind.
'Impossible! My mom should be fine... Maybe she missed this operation because it happened so fast!' She tried to calm herself down.
"Babe, let's go to sleep now," Xander said, noticing her pale face. "...You have to get up early to see Uncle Noah."
Scarlett snapped out of her deep thoughts. She nodded, following Xander to bed.
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The next day, Scarlett and Xander rushed to the hospital after breakfast. They heard Noah Withers had woken up and been transferred to the VIP treatnt room.
When Scarlett arrived at the hospital, the doctor had just visited him. Xander was now talking to the doctor about Noah's condition while Scarlett rushed to et him. Her eyes blurred with tears as she t the look in his eyes.
"U-Uncle, h-how are you feeling now?" Her voice still sounded shaky even though she was trying not to appear sad in front of him.
"Hey, don't cry," Noah Withers smiled a little. "I'm not dead; I'm alive and will soon be well. So, please stop crying..." He asked her to co closer, holding her hand before continuing, "Scarlett, it's all over now. That bastard will no longer do anything to harm you and your mother..." He smiled.
Scarlett could see that her uncle's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. There was tension and sadness in his eyes. Nevertheless, she could only smile back at him, nodding.
She agreed with him; everything would be fine. There would be no more threats to them, and Jude Withers would be severely punished.
"Uncle, about Grandpa, I heard from Jude that he also killed him. Is that true?" Scarlett asked worriedly. Yesterday, she wanted to investigate it but halted her plan because she didn't want to get involved with this family. Not many people know of her existence, so she decided to wait until Uncle Noah woke up to talk to him about it.
"No, no. He's just bluffing," Noah tried to sit up, but Scarlett gently pushed him back to lie down. She adjusted his bed, helped him into a comfortable sitting position, and then she took a seat in the chair beside his bed.
"Thank you," Noah smiled before continuing, "I checked with my father's butler, and he told your grandpa is fine. However, he is still far from fit, which is why I asked them to take him to this hospital for imdiate dical treatnt. They should have arrived by now..." Noah explained.
Even though she felt that she had no emotional connection with Salvatore Withers, she sohow felt tense when she learned that her mother's father would be arriving at this place. A sense of worry and fear was clearly visible in her eyes and expression.
Noah noticed her worry. He smiled at her before speaking, "Scarlett, your grandpa is old now. You should et him at least once..." His words brought Scarlett back to her senses, and she could only nod in response.
Noah continued, "My father has had a miserable life. Indirectly, what happened in our family was not entirely his fault, but he was the one who suffered the most." He took a deep breath, his gaze turning away as he couldn't bear to et Scarlett's eyes, clearly showing the sadness he felt for his pitiful father.
After calming his emotions, he continued, "My father was so powerless. Because of his weakness, he couldn't discipline his son, Jude, which eventually led to my departure from the house, cutting ties with him. And his daughter had to fake her death to escape from Jude's pursuit..."
Scarlett's hands clenched tightly, anger rising again at the thought of Jude Withers' savagery.
"My father has led a sorrowful life..." Noah turned his face back towards her. "But, he's old and sick now. He might not have much ti left. So while you're here, why don't you see him and try to find it in your heart to forgive him?" He spoke in a gentle tone. "I will also try to forgive him, even though it's hard. After all, he is my father and your grandfather."
Scarlett pondered for a mont, searching for the right words to answer her uncle's heartfelt plea. After a while, she lifted her head slowly and t her uncle's gaze. With determination in her eyes, she replied, "Uncle, I will et him. Thank you for helping see things clearly."
She smiled faintly, then continued, "However, I don't want to have a formal relationship with the Withers family. What I an is I don't want them to acknowledge my existence just yet. Not until I found my mother or she shows up by herself. I want to remain invisible in their eyes, unknown as Rosalie's daughter, until she returns. My legal docunts state that I am Mikaila Davies' daughter, not Rosalie Withers."
Noah's face darkened upon hearing her words, but he understood her reasons. He nodded solemnly, silently praying that Rosalie would reappear soon. He knew how much Scarlett longed for her mother's return.
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