Chapter 145 Expectant Father
Chapter 145 Expectant Father
Three days later, Lenora was discharged from the hospital.
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Zachary lifted Lenora into the car, and upon returning to the mansion, he carried her from the car to the master bedroom. Throughout the journey, he made sure Lenora’s feet never touched the ground.
Two days had passed, and Lenora had removed the gauze from her face.
The swelling on her face had long since subsided, leaving only three dark red scabs behind.
One of the cuts was located near the cheekbone, just a bit higher and it would have injured her eye.
Zachary gently caressed her face, offering utmost reassurance. “Don’t worry. It won’t leave a scar.”
He would search for the most effective scar removal treatments and devices for her.
Lenora’s expression remained indifferent, as if she didn’t seem to care.
Claiming not to care about beauty was a lie, but Lenora knew her own body. She wasn’t prone to scarring. Once a scab fell off, the new skin that grew was slightly softer and lighter than the surrounding area. It could be easily concealed with foundation and concealer.
“I want to go and see my dad,” Lenora said, lifting her gaze to meet Zachary’s.
“All right. I’ll go with you.”
When he stepped out, Lenora put on a face mask, covering her features thoroughly.
Zachary lifted Lenora into the car. Upon reaching the cemetery, he retrieved a wheelchair from the trunk. He carefully placed Lenora onto it, then wheeled her into the graveyard, stopping in front of Fernando’s tombstone.
At that very moment, the tomb had been completely restored, showing no signs of any damage.
“Dad, I’m sorry. I’ve failed you as a daughter, even causing you unrest in the afterlife.”
Lenora placed the flowers she had prepared in front of the tombstone, her fingers gently tracing the engraved letters on the stone. Her eyes gradually welled up with tears.
“Not too long ago, I had a dream abo
you. In the dream, we were back at our old home. I was doing my homework under the shade of the trees, and you were descaling fish under the faucet… I often wish that dream would never end. I want to grow old with you…”
Zachary stood behind Lenora, takin
in everything that was happening.
He understood that Lenora had grown up in a single–parent household and had an exceptional reliance on
her father.
wed,
Chapter 145 Expectant Father
Kenneth’s death was rather timely. He wouldn’t bother Lenora anymore.
It would be best if this matter were buried forever, never to be revealed to Lenora.
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Helen had already been apprehended, facing the calamity of imprisonment. Since she hadn’t informed Lenora that night, there was no need to mention it in the future.
It was easy to dismiss Derek, as he didn’t dare to offend Zachary.
Only Susanna remained…
Upon returning home, Lenora wanted to head to the third floor.
On the third floor, there was a storage room, filled with items that weren’t frequently used.
All the stuff her father left behind were in there.
Zachary carried Lenora upstairs.
“I’d like some time alone,” Lenora said in a calm voice.
Without uttering a word, Zachary turned around and left.
However, he had gone out once and came back in, bringing up a wheelchair for Lenora to move around freely. He instructed, “Call me when you want to get down.”
“Okay.”
“Nora, the doctor mentioned that it’s beneficial for the baby if the expecting mother maintains a positive mood.”
He didn’t want her to be consumed by the painful memories of the past.
“I understand.”
Zachary turned around and descended the stairs.
Lenora pushed the wheelchair into the storage room.
Speaking of it, the car accident back then really caught her off guard.
In just a fleeting moment, she was left without a father.
It was just an ordinary Saturday. Her father had to work overtime at the newspaper office, as he was closely following a case at that time. On his way, he dropped her off at the city library.
Just a moment before the car accident, she and her father were still engaged in a lively conversation, filled with laughter and joy.
Her father had told her that he would pick her up for lunch and asked what she felt like eating.
She didn’t want to have lunch out.
She yearned for the grilled fish her father used to make
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Chapter 145 Expectant Father
Before he could utter a single word, a large truck came barreling toward him.
For instance, the metallic lighter. Its edges were severely worn. Whenever her father would be working late into the night on his manuscripts, overcome with fatigue and sleepiness, he would use it to light his cigarettes.
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