Chapter 713: The Rabbit Dad Will Not Die When He Has Baby Rabbits

Book:Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife Published:2024-6-4

Finn stood up and walked towards the piano, a waiter came over to ask him if he needed anything.
Pointing towards the piano, Finn said a few words, and the waiter nodded, allowing Finn to sit down.
Reflecting on the sheet music for “The Wedding in My Dreams,” Finn nodded and let his fingertips dance on the keys, producing a melodious tune that captivated the diners in the restaurant.
The man sitting at the piano had a straight posture, with a soft light shining down on his head. Finn had a face that was hard not to keep staring at, appearing cold and commanding in his demeanor, but his piano playing softened his aura.
Not many people had seen Finn play the piano before, and many were unaware of his ability. Finn was skilled in many instruments, although he had not mastered any of them.
With hands as beautiful as his, it was a shame not to play the piano.
Many people took out their phones to capture this moment, and as the song ended, the audience was left speechless until Finn stood up, prompting applause.
Laughter and joy filled the air, but Aoife couldn’t find it within herself to join in. She stared at Finn, tears streaming down her face without reason, feeling a sense of familiarity and forgotten memories haunting her.
Watching Finn approach, Aoife couldn’t help but question, “Isn’t the most important person to you Ethan? He’s right here next to me, but why do I feel like he’s gone?”
As she witnessed Finn’s piano performance, she recalled a similar scene in her dreams, with the man in the painting resembling Finn in a white shirt, playing “The Wedding in My Dreams.”
She tried to focus on the face in her memory, but it remained blurry no matter how hard she tried.
“Why are you crying?” Finn panicked as soon as he saw Aoife in tears.
Aoife shook her head, her eyes sore as she replied, “Your piano playing was beautiful, I couldn’t help but cry.”
“If you like it, I’ll play for you often and even teach you.”
Aoife shook her head, “I don’t want to listen.” The piano was beautiful, but it didn’t sound like the voice in her memory.
Changing the subject, Finn asked, “Are you full?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go home.”
On the way back, Finn noticed that Aoife was acting strange, but when he asked, she remained silent. Back at home, Finn prepared a warm bath for her to soothe her nerves due to the events of the day.
Carrying Aoife out of the bath, Finn handed her a cup of warm milk. It was already ten o’clock, and on any normal day, Aoife would have been asleep by then.
Aoife needed to be comforted to sleep, with bedtime stories or songs. She would remember the fairy tales Finn told her at night and retell them to their unborn child during the day.
However, tonight, Aoife didn’t want to hear stories; she had a question for Finn.
“I’ve always had a question I wanted to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember the two rabbits that died?”
Finn thought she was still troubled by the rabbits’ deaths, blaming himself for it. He reassured her, “The rabbits’ deaths were not your fault; it was due to the temperature.”
“Why did the rabbit mother die, and then the rabbit father died soon after?”
“Perhaps the rabbit father loved the rabbit mother too much.” Just like how he loved her, if she were to die in a car accident, he would follow her to the end.
Closing her eyes, Aoife snuggled into Finn’s arms and after a while, she murmured, “It’s so sad. The rabbit mother was carrying baby rabbits, close to giving birth, but she died. If the rabbit mother had given birth to the baby rabbits and entrusted them to the rabbit father, would he still have died with her? If he did, the remaining baby rabbits would be without parents, so pitiful…”
Finn didn’t understand why Aoife had so many questions that night, but he earnestly answered her.
“If there were baby rabbits, the rabbit father might not have died because he loved not just the rabbit mother but also the baby rabbits she gave birth to. He would take good care of them. Maybe, the rabbit father is now in another world looking after the rabbit mother and the baby rabbits.” He simplified the concept of “love” for Aoife, just like the love between the rabbit father and mother, reflecting his feelings for her.
Aoife opened her eyes, lifted her head from his embrace, and asked, “You will take care of our child, right?”
Finn was taken aback, “Yes, I will take good care of you and our baby.”
Yawning, Aoife, with sleepy eyes, murmured, “I want to sleep.”
“Sleep.”
With her pregnant belly, Finn gently hugged her, minding not to squeeze too tight. The twins in her womb were starting to move around, and he could feel them kicking slightly.
It had been a while since Aoife sleepwalked, but tonight she did it again. Quietly getting up from Finn’s embrace, she sat on the edge of the bed for a while before slowly walking to the window. She gently pushed it open and gazed outside, seeking the brightest star in the sky.
After standing there for a while, she returned to bed as though nothing had happened, laying down.
Finn gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, warming her cold hands, and with closed eyes, they drifted into a restful night.
Finn attended the Burns Group shareholders’ meeting, and Old Burns divided his shares in the Burns Group between Hamish and Finn. The future of the Burns Group depended on whoever held the majority of shares.
With the shares given by the White family, Finn’s holdings surpassed Hamish’s, making him the new director of the Burns family.
To handle some matters within the Burns Group, Finn spent two months tirelessly working and sacrificing a summer he had hoped to spend with Aoife at a summer retreat.
The temperature difference in Chiwood was extreme, hot during the day and cold at night, and being near the sea in North Bankshire only made nights colder.
In the past few days, Aoife had caught a cold, leaving Finn worried as he quickly called a doctor to their home.
Besides the cold, Aoife was experiencing dizziness and nausea from time to time.