Chapter 102
Under his kind gaze, I couldri maintain my composure. Tears welled up as I shook my head. “It’s complicated, Grandpa,
William snorted. “It always is with that boy. He’s brilliant with business but hopeless with people. His eyes narrowed. “Sophia, listen to me. I know my grandson. He can be cold, crue even, when he’s hurt. But underneath all that, he
“Please,” I interrupted, unable to bear another defense of Henry I can’t talk about him right now.”
William stared at my face, silent for a long time, and just then Billy happily burst into the hospital room.
With astonishing strength for someone his age, William reached out and pulled Billy into a hug as soon as the boy bounded into the room. I watched them together, my heart aching at how much William adored his great–grandson.
“Look at my drawing, Great–Grandpa!” Billy exclaimed, proudly displaying his latest artistic creation.
As they chatted, William’s eyes occasionally drifted to me, his gaze filled with understanding and sympathy. When I caught his gaze, he shook his head slightly.
“Such a good woman,” he muttered, watching Henry’s retreating figure through the window. “How can he fail to cherish what’s right in front of him?”
During my lunch break, I slipped into the staff changing room to review my exam materials. The quiet solitude was exactly what I needed–no patients requiring attention, no colleagues asking questions, and most importantly, no reminders of
Henry.
I became so engrossed in my studies that I completely forgot about eating lunch. My stomach growled in protest, but I ignored it, determined to memorize one more chapter before returning to work.
A gentle knock on the door interrupted my concentration. Thomas stood in the doorway, holding a small cake box and wearing a hopeful smile.
“I figured you’d be studying through lunch again,” he said, entering the room and placing the box on the table beside me.
“You need to eat, Sophia.”
The sweet gesture caught me off guard. “Thomas, you didn’t have to-”
“I wanted to,” he insisted, opening the box to reveal a small strawberry shortcake. “Your favorite, right? Betty mentioned it
once.”
Despite myself, I smiled. The cake did look delicious, and my stomach chose that moment to growl audibly, making us both laugh.
“Thank you,” I said, accepting the small plate he offered. “You’re always so thoughtful.”
Thomas sat opposite me, his expression suddenly more serious. Sophia, have you seen today’s news?“*
The abrupt change in topic made me pause. “No, I’ve been avoiding my phone. Why?”
He hesitated, then pulled out his phone and handed it to me. “I think you should see this.”
The screen displayed a gossip column, and my heart sank as I saw the headlines: “Harding Heir Chooses Childhood
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Sweetheart Over Wife and Isabella Scott Shows Off Million Dollar Gift From Henry Harding.
I scrolled through the articles, my hands trembling slightly. There were photos of Henry sitting beside Isabella’s hospital bed, his head bent close to hots, their hands Intertwined. Another photo showed Isabella wearing an exquisite emerald necklace, with the caption: “Thank you, my love. You’re too good to me.”
The comments beneath were brutal, filled with personal attacks against me and sympathetic words for “poor, sick Isabella who had finally reclaimed everything that tightfully belonged to her.”–
Thomas watched me intently, clearly waiting for some reaction tears, anger, anything to indicate I was heartbroken by these revelations.
But surprisingly, I felt nothing but a strange calm.
These photos merely confirmed what I already knew: Henry had made his choice long ago. Isabella had always been his priority, his true love.
Nothing had changed.
I handed the phone back to Thomas, my expression neutral. “Thank you for showing me,” I said quietly.
His eyebrows rose slightly, clearly surprised by my reaction. “You’re not upset?”
“Should I be?” I asked, taking another bite of cake. “This isn’t news to me, Thomas. It’s just confirmation.”
As I continued eating my cake, I could feel Thomas’s disappointed gaze.
He clearly expected me to break down, so he could offer his warm embrace and perhaps even capture my heart in the
process.
But the truth was, I’d already done my crying. I’d already faced the reality of my failed marriage.
Now, I was simply moving forward.
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