First Love's Return, Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 569

Lennon stood outside the door and listened for a while, but in the end, he still didn’t go in.

The sky was gloomy. Then it started to drizzle, continuously and densely.

Lennon walked to the entrance of the hospital and looked up at the oppressive and gloomy sky. His mind wandered.

Maybe it was really impossible for him and Mariela to be together.

Royce, his father, who was only fifty–two years old, was dying.

When he was five years old, Royce’s illegitimate child was exposed. His mother and Royce had a fierce argument about getting a divorce, but in the end, due to the pressure from both families, the marriage did not end in divorce.

He could already remember what happened back then at the age of five.

Those bad memories took root in his heart.

He vividly remembered all the grievances his mother had suffered, remembered the image of his mother crying alone in the room, remembered every argument between his parents, and remembered the disgust in Royce’s eyes.

He knew that Royce did not love his mother, nor did Royce love him.

Lennon had never experienced love from his father since he was young.

From childhood to adulthood, his relationship with Royce has always been distant.

He thought that he wouldn’t be sad when Royce died.

But when Royce was really dying, he realized he couldn’t remain indifferent.

Not far away, a middle–aged man was holding a little boy in one hand and holding an umbrella in the other, hurriedly walking towards the entrance of the hospital.

Soon, the man walked up to Lennon.

At the entrance of the hospital, the man put away the umbrella, lowered his head, and whispered softly to the little boy in his arms, “Baby, don’t cry. I will take you to see the doctor, and the pain will be gone soon.*

Lennon’s heart trembled.

His gaze was stuck to the father and the child, as if glued, unable to move away no matter what.

The little boy looked to be only one or two years old, very tiny.

The man was wearing the uniform of a factory, which was dark blue in color, with the factory’s name embroidered on the chest.

rough and dark, covered in

he held the body extremely gently,

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there was

hardly ever seen such an expression

he saw it once.

Nikolas back to the country and asked his grandparents to

disagreed and didn’t even let them in the house.

at the door with Nikolas in his arms, refusing to get up.

weather that day was the same as

gloomy and oppressive, making

soon started raining.

his coat and covered it over Nikolas’s head, shielding him from the wind and rain.

and caught

same as that of this

watched silently, his heart aching heavily.

man hurriedly walked away while holding

withdrew his gaze and looked at the vast curtain of rain in front of

at the entrance blushed and occasionally stole glances at him, whispering to each other.

indifferent

vast curtain of

in

grave,” Matthew whispered to Lennon, “Nikolas built a cemetery for Georgia in

they first arrived in Italy. They lived here for

opened the

was a thick stack.

lived in, as well as some old photos of

the residence of Nikolas and Georgia at that time. Over th always

s, Nikolas

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of Georgia’s ashes in memory of her. At the time of Georgia’s death, Nikolas did not have the ability to build a

ashes were always kept in that wooden house. He even specially assigned someone to guard it. Every year on Georgia’s birthday and memorial

what’s inside?” Lennon’s eyes gleamed with

There’s indeed only clothes

Georgia’s ashes?” Lennon’s eyes were dark. It was