His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 359

Stephen stood outside the door for a while longer to listen in on Caleb and Sophia's conversation, but eventually didn't go inside.

The sky was gloomy outside, and a light drizzle began to fall, fine and steady.

Stephen walked to the hospital entrance, looked up at the heavy, oppressive sky, his thoughts adrift.

There might really be no future left for him and Tessa.

Caleb was only 52, yet he was dying.

When Stephen was five, the scandal of Caleb's illegitimate child came to light. Sophia had fought hard for a divorce, but in the end, the marriage had been forced to continue due to pressure from both families.

He remembered everything from that time clearly. Those painful memories had long taken root in him. He remembered every bit of pain Sophia endured, her crying alone behind closed doors, the endless arguments between his parents, and the look of disdain in Caleb's eyes.

He knew Caleb didn't love Sophia.

Caleb didn't love him either.

He had never known what a father's love felt like. Growing up, he and Caleb had never been close. He always thought that when Caleb died, he wouldn't feel anything.

But now that it was actually happening, he realized he couldn't stay indifferent.

Not far off, a middle-aged man came hurrying toward the hospital entrance, one arm cradling a little boy, the other holding up an umbrella.

Soon, the man walked past Stephen.

At the entrance, he closed his umbrella and bent down, gently whispering to the boy in his arms, "Don't cry, baby. Daddy's taking you to see the doctor. It won't hurt much longer."

Stephen's heart trembled. He couldn't tear his gaze away, remaining glued to that

scene.

The little boy looked no more than a year or two old.

The man wore a dark blue uniform of some factory, with the company's name embroidered on the chest.

Stephen noticed the man's hands-rough, dark, and covered in calluses.

But even with those coarse hands, he held the child so gently, overflowing with fatherly love. His weathered face was full of worry and urgency.

had never seen that

true. He had seen

returned to the country with James, begging

officially acknowledged as

Rowena refused and didn't even let them in

knelt outside with James in his arms, refusing to

weather was just like today. There were heavy clouds overhead, and it later started

shield him from the rain. But still, James

desperate look on Caleb's face that day was exactly the same as

silently, his

man hurried away with his

gaze back, looking out into the curtain

entrance blushed and kept sneaking glances

whispering to

Stephen couldn't care

stepped out into

...

Stephen returned

Jacobson, we've located Amara's burial site," Lawrence reported in a low voice, standing in front of

Amara and James first settled when they arrived in Arcton. They lived there for

the

they'd lived in,

their residence. All

the cleaner,

don't allow for

deceased individuals

Amara's

her, and James collected some of her ashes and set up

later added, and it became a symbolic tomb, where the

over since then, but he's always kept Amara's ashes in that cabin. He even

Every year on her

and

of her death he'd return to pay his

Stephen asked casually,

But with a closer look, there was a sharp,

It is indeed