The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

My Dad Please Come 73

Chapter 73

Wendy returned to the Hawk family estate, and as soon as she stepped into the living room, her eyes landed on someone someone she would never forget: George.

Years ago, when Lilian sent her away to the countryside, it was to George's house. George had been her foster father.

Now, Glinda and George were seated on the plush sofa in the living room.

Glinda greeted George warmly. "Wendy grew up in the countryside. Those years would've been so tough without you. You raised Wendy so well. Now she's here, an esteemed lady in the Hawk family."

George's left eye was blind, leaving him with a single eye. He was a broad- shouldered man with a rough appearance, someone who had once been known for his drinking and violent behavior toward his wife.

Sitting on the expensive sofa now, his lone eye roamed around the luxurious decor of the Hawk family mansion, his gaze lingering greedily on the antique paintings scattered around. Yet, in front of Glinda, he played the humble, simple man.

"Mrs. Glinda, you flatter me. I hope Wendy hasn't caused any trouble since she married into the Hawk family."

Glinda was full of praise for Wendy. "Of course not. Wendy's a perfect angel."

and flashed a sly, unsettling smile. "Yes, Wendy is

A wave of nausea hit her,

butler, Freddy, spoke up. "Mrs. Wendy, you're

up at the sound of Freddy's voice and

had been ten years since George had seen her-ten

once knew had transformed

stood up, his gaze never leaving her. "Wendy, you're back. It's been ten years. I've

unaware of any tension, smiled warmly at Wendy. "Wendy,

eyes locked onto George. This man was a nightmare from her childhood, and even now, seeing him again,

moment, a strong arm draped across her fragile shoulders. A large, calloused hand gently clasped her shoulder, and a deep, magnetic voice rumbled from above. "Why

and Stanley's handsome,

Stanley was back.

Wendy looked up, her eyes lost focus for a brief moment, becoming hollow,

black suit jacket, and he smiled at her, his

hand

warmth, his body heat transferring through his palm and easing into her shoulder. He held her close, and her delicate frame melted into his embrace. The warmth of his hold