The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 267

Chapter 267 Our Home

Sierra looked up at him. “If you want to talk, I’ll listen.”

If he didn’t, she wouldn’t push.

Johnathan let out a small smile. Of course she’d say that. Every part of her just hit him right in the heart.

“Today’s my birthday. I never celebrate it… because my mom died on this day. Fell from the hospital roof. Right in front of me. I saw the whole thing.”

Sierra’s grip on his hand tightened. She didn’t say anything–there was nothing to say. Just held on to him.

“Since I can remember, she was… split. Sometimes fine, sometimes completely broken. Back then, I didn’t understand. Not until after she died. Not long after that, my father brought another woman home. His current wife–she used to be my mother’s best friend. My half–brother? Only eight years younger than me. That day, my mom had another episode. She was rushed to the hospital. I called him, over and over–he never answered. Then she fell. And I saw him rush out from another part of the hospital. Turns out, he was there the whole time. With them. Because his other son had a fever.”

Johnathan said it flatly, like it was just a report.

Even his grandfather never knew his father had been in that hospital.

But he remembered it all–the panic on Chase’s face, the shock, the regret when he saw his son standing there.

Sierra’s chest tightened. She hadn’t imagined the truth would be this awful.

She didn’t try to comfort him. She just hugged him.

someone like Johnathan–warm, composed, dependable–had this kind of

held each other without saying

long while, Sierra finally

got you something,” she said quietly. “I know you don’t celebrate your birthday,

Johnathan nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then let’s go home.”

(

took his hand and

wasn’t the only one without a home. Johnathan

They were the same.

Even though they hadn’t lived there long, the place felt like home–every corner had their fingerprints on

didn’t rush to bring out the gift. First, she grabbed the first aid

gloves earlier. His hands were

cleaned and disinfected his hands, her own face twisting at

hurt?” she asked, wincing

“It’s nothing.”

it. These were just surface wounds. Compared to the things he’d been through–mercenary missions, extreme

he didn’t say that out loud. She already looked so worried. He didn’t want to add

didn’t want anyone

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Chapter 267 Our Home

she finished bandaging him up, Sierra finally