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.

man’s hands, rough and dark, covered

the body extremely gently, exuding a strong

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that weathered face, there was nothing but anxiety and

hardly ever seen such

saw it

to the country and asked his

didn’t even

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

day was the same as today.

was gloomy and oppressive, making

started

his coat and covered it over Nikolas’s head, shielding him

wet in the rain and caught a

the same as

watched silently, his heart

hurriedly walked away while

gaze and looked at the vast curtain of rain in

stole glances at him, whispering

indifferent

stepped into the vast curtain of

night, in Lennon’s base…

“Nikolas built a cemetery for Georgia in a remote village in Naples, Italy.”

to Lennon, saying, “Georgia and Nikolas settled there when they first arrived in Italy. They lived here for

the

was a

were photos of the small wooden house they lived in, as well as some old photos

of Nikolas and Georgia at that time. Over th always has people cleaning it.

s, Nikolas

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villagers cremated her. Nikolas collected some of Georgia’s ashes in memory of her. At the time of Georgia’s death, Nikolas did not have the ability to build a grand cemetery for her. It’s built a little later, with Georgia’s clothes

assigned someone to guard it. Every year on Georgia’s birthday and memorial day, he would go back to pay

Lennon’s eyes gleamed with a cold

indeed

were dark. It was hard to