In the past few days of being out, Austin White hasn’t slept well, and at this mont, he only wants to go back and have a good rest to replenish his energy.
"Austin," just as Austin White was about to go upstairs at the staircase entrance, Desmond Fairchild’s voice suddenly ca from behind.
He instinctively stopped in his tracks.
Then, Desmond Fairchild’s voice ca again: "Thank you for telling all this. In the past, Seraphina had you all with her, but from now on, rest assured, I will take good care of her and Julian."
This incident with Seraphina made Desmond Fairchild even more aware of his own feelings.
After hearing Austin White ntion Seraphina’s condition, he was even more determined to find out who was behind the attack on her.
After parting ways with Austin White, Desmond Fairchild imdiately called Ace: "How’s the investigation I asked you to conduct the day before yesterday going?"
Ever since Seraphina fell into a coma, Desmond Fairchild had instructed his n to investigate the whole thing thoroughly.
"It’s been found out, boss."
"Co over and report, and bring the backlog of contracts that need handling." Desmond Fairchild nodded, giving instructions.
When Ace arrived, Desmond Fairchild was sitting on the sofa, waiting for him, and as he walked towards his boss, Ace skillfully handed over the docunts he held.
"Boss, the people targeting Miss Sinclair are part of a specialized team; it’s quite tricky."
This ti, the people being investigated were clearly different from ordinary people; their backing was not one influenced by economic power.
This team, which grew through kidnapping and extortion, mostly consisted of mbers who were very daring, even unafraid of death.
"According to my investigation, the mastermind behind this is Manager Zane from the Goldstar Group. Although she and Miss Sinclair had no personal conflict, it’s said that after Miss Sinclair took over for Kevin, she broke off a long-term partnership with Goldstar, which had a significant impact on Manager Zane."
Even though Ace’s explanation was detailed, Desmond Fairchild still felt sothing was off.
"And the Lloyd Family? Did you not investigate them?"
Desmond Fairchild raised his head, looking at Ace, his dark eyes invisibly increasing the pressure on him.
His intuition told him that this was not sothing a re manager at the Goldstar Group could accomplish.
"I’ve also been investigating the Lloyd Family, but lanie Lloyd has been very well-behaved lately, without any inappropriate actions; everything seems normal."
Having been by Desmond Fairchild’s side for years, Ace naturally learned many things by osmosis.
Moreover, the Lloyd Family has always been a focal point for Desmond Fairchild’s attention, and Ace consistently had people monitoring them.
"Then check if there’s recently been any collaboration between the Lloyd Group and Goldstar, even if it wasn’t lanie Lloyd who acted. Also, look into the flow of funds in the accounts."
"Okay, boss, but you haven’t been to the company these past few days, and so of the board mbers are getting restless," Ace continued.
"Restless?" Desmond Fairchild raised an eyebrow, closed the docunts in his hand, and tossed them onto the table, his sharp-edged face wearing a disdainful sneer: "If anyone has sothing to say, tell them to call personally."
"Yes!" Hearing this, Ace dared not say more, explaining the situation before promptly leaving Desmond Fairchild’s ho; it was already four or five o’clock in the afternoon by then.
Looking at the ti, Desmond Fairchild’s face cleared of its previous cloudiness, and he took the initiative to cook a nutritious al for the Sinclair family.
During recent tis, it wasn’t just Seraphina suffering; Jude Sinclair had stayed up many nights with his mother. No matter how he was persuaded, he wouldn’t listen, and being still young, there was always the worry that lack of sleep might hinder Julian’s growth in the future.
"Dad, are you busy?"
Just as Desmond Fairchild was about to step into the kitchen to cook, Jude Sinclair suddenly erged from his room, running over to his side.
"What do you want to eat? I’ll cook for you, let you taste your old man’s cooking skills." Desmond Fairchild raised an eyebrow, sporting an apron and looking every bit the family cook.
But Jude Sinclair had an expression of wanting to speak yet holding back, clearly having sothing to say to him.
"Anything is fine." Looking at Desmond Fairchild like that made Julian’s nose a bit sour: "Dad, I want to apologize to you. I’m sorry for being a bit emotional the day I just returned and said so things I shouldn’t have."
This apology was sothing Jude had long wanted to say, but Seraphina’s condition had been too unstable, and he didn’t know how to start, simply not having the chance.
After hearing his son’s words, Desmond Fairchild couldn’t help but be taken aback for a mont.
He certainly didn’t expect Jude to apologize on his own, as Jude was quite headstrong and never learned to be soft.
Soon, he returned to normal, reaching out to pinch Jude’s face, softly saying, "Jude, you don’t need to apologize to Dad, because Dad was never angry with you."
Desmond Fairchild had long put the matter behind him, as no father would really bla his son; having Jude close was already precious for him.
Having been administered a sedative by Austin, Seraphina had slept through the night, only waking up the next morning.
When Seraphina opened her eyes, the first person she saw was Austin White.
Last night, Austin White had tossed and turned on his own bed, and every ti he closed his eyes, he saw Seraphina struggling, making him restless inside, so he ultimately decided to keep watch by her side.
Unnoticed, that entire night passed quietly as Austin kept vigil.
When Seraphina woke and moved, it also suddenly startled Austin awake, as he was leaning on her bed, he quickly lifted his head to look in Seraphina’s direction.
"Godmother, you’re finally awake? How are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?"
Seeing Seraphina awake, tired as he was, Austin’s face broke into a smile, quickly asking about her condition.
"I’m fine..." Perhaps having slumbered through the night, when she spoke again, Seraphina’s voice was a bit hoarse.
Seeing this, Austin White quickly poured a cup of warm water and handed it over.
After drinking the water, Seraphina’s throat felt a bit better, giving her the energy to take a good look at Austin.
"I haven’t had the chance to ask how you are. Were you badly injured? I’ve heard you’ve been out and about these past few days?"
The scene in the parking lot. Whenever Seraphina thought back to it, she’d still feel so lingering fear, thankfully Austin was there at the ti.
When Seraphina asked about him, Austin initially shook his head, indicating he was fine, but then sothing tugged at his mind, and a woman’s face flashed through his thoughts.
Recently, even Austin himself couldn’t figure out why Irene Rowe’s every smile and frown that night stayed in his head.
But clearly, they had only t a few tis. Was he bewitched?
"Austin?" Seeing him staying silent, Seraphina couldn’t help but be curious, asking again.
"Oh, nothing. I t with Irene once." Seeing Seraphina’s concern, Austin finally decided to share his whereabouts.
When Seraphina heard that Austin went to find Irene, her heart couldn’t help but beco suspicious, and as she looked over at Austin, her eyes carried a trace of mischief.
Noticing this, Austin couldn’t help but be puzzled, asking, "Godmother, why are you looking at like that?"
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