Under the dim light, the man leaned against the corner of the sofa in a disheveled manner.
Eric Chan has followed him for many years and has seen him in various ways, but at this moment as if he has lost all hope of depression, he has never seen.
So he watched him drink like water, but did not dare to stop him again.
The alcohol stimulates the fragile nerves, the hot pain at the wound gradually turns into numbness, the brain produces a familiar dizzy feeling, can not tell whether it is drunk, or the old disease relapse.
Tilting his head and drinking from his glass, he finally spoke, “Said?”
“As you instructed, I told Miss Richard that you would need to recuperate in the near future and would not be able to meet with her.”
A moment of silence and a smile: “Well done. Contact the hospital abroad and arrange the air tickets.”
“You’re going abroad to recuperate?” Eric Chan was confused, but out of professional habit, he answered immediately, “Yes, I will do it as soon as possible.”
After a pause, he could not help but ask: “In fact, the domestic hospital knows your situation better, and Dean Wright’s medical skills are also trustworthy, why did you… decide to leave?”
Alex Brown secretly smiled bitterly.
Why did he have to leave? Because he did not believe in his own determination, afraid that he would sneak close to Emma Rosy’s life again, as he did before, afraid that when Emma Rosy cried, all his persistence would collapse.
“Get on with it.”
Waving his hand to indicate Eric Chan to leave, he held up a glass of wine and continued to pour himself a drink.
The news that Alex Brown was leaving was naturally kept secret by Eric Chan, but it still reached Joe Wright’s ears.
At the Wright Family’s dinner table, Joe Wright tentatively spoke up about the matter, and his eyes fell on Emma Rosy’s face with a bit of concern.
“!”
The body instantly stiffened and the chopsticks fell to the floor with a crisp sound.
The maid hurriedly came in, replaced her chopsticks with new ones, quickly tidied up the dirt on the floor and left.
“It’s okay, keep eating.” Master Wright looked pained, but only pretended to be oblivious to her agitation.
She barely managed a smile, but her voice was slightly flustered: “I was too careless, sorry…”
After dinner Emma Rosy took Keira out in the back garden and Joe Wright, who had changed into his housecoat, came downstairs and followed them not far behind.
As mother and daughter sat resting on the swing, Joe Wright finally approached, seemingly having made some kind of decision.
“Go and see him off.”
Emma Rosy looked up and saw the helpless, forlorn gleam in Joe Wright’s blue pupils, but heard words of encouragement.
“He… won’t see me.” Not having the courage to look at the person she had hurt so much, Emma Rosy hung her head again, trying to avoid the choice.
Joe Wright knows her well enough to know that there is no point in trying to persuade her until she has thought it through, so he says with a gentle smile, “There are still a few days before Alex Brown leaves, so you can take your time to think about it. I just hope that when you look back later, you will not regret the choice you made today.”
After that, he turned around and walked away, the sunset lengthening his shadow, as if he had finished telling a story, but did not want to end it.
On the swing next to him, Keira’s face is full of aggression: “Mom, I miss Dad, let’s go see him, okay?”
Emma Rosy slowly turned her head, faced with the dilemma of her daughter’s request.
Alex Brown wouldn’t even answer her phone, and even instructed Eric Chan to tell her never to meet again.
Joe Wright’s words before he left suddenly echoed in her ears, and her heart shook, just like a closed window in a dark room, a crack was pushed open, and the sunlight suddenly arrived.
Three years ago she wanted love, she wanted to be with Alex Brown for a long time, and now she wants no regrets.
In a moment, all hesitations were answered, and she looked at Keira with burning eyes: “Okay, mommy will take you to daddy!”
“Really?!”
Not expecting her to suddenly change her mind, Keira excitedly jumped off the swing and took her hand and jumped around on the ground: “Can we make him stay?”
If we could ask him why he wanted to leave, we might be able to persuade him to stay.
Emma Rosy, infected by Keira’s joyfulness, nods briskly.
When she woke up in the morning, it was raining outside the window, and even though the air conditioning was on in the bedroom, she still felt the slightest chill coming from outside.
She wanted to pull back under the covers and sleep again, but there were more important things to do today.
Emma Rosy lifted the covers, quickly grabbed a robe and draped it over her shoulders, hurriedly washed up, and went next door to get Keira up.
The driver pulls up outside the Brown Family home, where Keira has just finished eating a burger she bought on the way, and Emma Rosy wipes her mouth and takes her hand out of the car with her.
Under the transparent umbrella, the little one stood on tiptoe and rang the doorbell, smiling and shouting inside, “Daddy, Mommy and I are here to see you!”
Not long after, the housekeeper came out from the villa and stood inside the courtyard door respectfully: “Miss Richard, sorry, Mr. Brown left early in the morning and is not at home.”
Keira’s smile froze on her face as she looked back at Emma Rosy, the corners of her mouth turned downward, and finally she couldn’t help but blink her eyes, and the round tears fell in a series.
“It’s okay, Daddy’s not home, we’ll just come back later.” Emma Rosy leaned over and picked her up, feigning relief and comfort, but her heart was overwhelmed with despair.
It’s not even nine o’clock, it’s raining outside, Alex Brown is still sick, how can he not be at home?
Keira was his daughter, and if he wasn’t there, would the housekeeper dare turn them away and leave them in the rain?
Emma Rosy looked up towards the second floor of the villa. The lights were not on in Alex Brown’ bedroom, but it was as if she could sense that Alex Brown was there, even looking at them.
But Keira was clutching her neck and bawling, and she had to force herself to believe his poorly conceived lies so her daughter wouldn’t get hurt.
“It’s okay Keira, it’s too cold outside, let’s go home or great grandpa will worry.” She reassured in a warm voice.
Keira sobbed and held out her hand towards the villa, crying out intermittently, “No… I want to wait for Daddy… Daddy…”
The housekeeper seemed to feel distressed too and explained with a sigh, “I don’t know when he’ll be back, Miss Richard, you’d better go back.”
She chased again and again, he avoided again and again, if so, why force?