Chapter 145 Ninety–nine Things a Father–to–be Should Know

Three days later, Imogen was discharged from the hospital.

Troy carried her into the car. When they arrived at the villa, he carried her all the way to the main bedroom, not letting her feet touch the ground.

Two days later, she removed the gauze on her face.

The swelling on her face was gone, with only three dark red scabs left.

One of them was at the cheekbones, very close to the eye.

Troy touched her little face and tried his best to comfort her, “It’s okay. There will be no scars once healed.”

He would find the best sear removal medicine and equipment for her.

But she appeared to be quite calm about this as if she didn’t care.

She surely cared about her look. She just knew that there were usually few scars left when the wounds on her body healed. When the scabs fell off, the newly grown skin would be slightly tenderer and paler, which could be covered with foundation and concealer,

“I want to visit my father.” She raised her head, looked at him, and said.

“Okay. I’ll go with you.”

Before going out, she put on a mask to completely cover her face.

He carried her into the car, and when they arrived at the cemetery, he took out a wheelchair from the trunk, carried her onto it, and pushed the wheelchair into the cemetery. They stopped in front of Ignacio’s tombstone.

At this moment, the tomb had been fully repaired without any trace of damage.

“Father, I’m sorry. I haven’t been a good daughter. I couldn’t let you rest in peace.”

She placed the flowers in front of the tomb, stretched out her fingers, and lightly stroked the words on the tombstone, her eyes filled with tears.

“I dreamed of you not long ago. I dreamed that in the small courtyard of my hometown, I was doing homework under the tree, and you were preparing food in the kitchen…”

“I wish I could stay in the dream forever and watch you grow old…”

Standing behind her, Troy watched her doing all this.

He understood that she had grown up in a single–parent family and was extremely dependent on

her father.

However, he thought of the paternity test report and Sarah’s words.

If she knew that the man she had loved and relied on the most was not her biological father and that her biological father was someone else, she might not be able to accept it.

Bill died at just the right time because he would never pester her again.

Imogen should never find out

had been arrested and was about to be put in jail soon. Since she didn’t tell her the secret that night, she wouldn’t have the chance again.

deal with. He wouldn’t

only

Imogen wanted to go to the third floor.

lumber room on the third floor, where things

left by her father was

up with her in his arms.

a while.” She said in a low voice.

turned and left without saying a word.

back and gave her the wheelchair so that she could move freely. He

“Okay.”

doctor said that pregnant women should maintain a nice mood, which

didn’t want her to be saddened by the memories

“I know.“”

around and

the wheelchair and entered the lumber

had really caught her off guard.

lost her father.

office to do extra work. He was working on a case.

they were still

have lunch outside and asked

to have

eat the

uttered, the big truck came

was a loud

the world became quiet.

losing consciousness, she saw him turning the steering wheel to the right, completely

up, she found

many other kind–hearted people,

in

she could barely believe it. She couldn’t even cry. A long time later, when she came home from school on a Friday evening, she passed a

she somehow froze there. When she came back to her senses, she found her face

th

did she realize that her father had

left

came to the small house where they had lived to memorialize him.

about to be demolished, so she packed up her father’s belongings and brought them back.

and brought back some daily necessities,

was badly frayed around the edges. When he was tired and sleepy writing manuscripts at his desk late at night,

was a classic “SE“, which was a popular camera brand. He would take it with him every time he went to work, using it to photograph and

him. And the boxes of negatives and photo albums were all collected by him during the reports. The notebook at hand was full of writing. He often used it to make drafts. There were words everywhere in the book. Every word was written by

handwriting was very neat, and he rarely altered it. It was as neat as the answer

SAT.

She had read the original manuscript of this article over and over

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