Chapter 449 A Hug Twenty Years Late

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Now, Natalie only wanted to tell herself. Natalie, you’re amazing; you deserve every beautiful thing in this world.

After Waylon finished his call, he turned to see Natalie eating chips, tears streaming down her face. For some reason, his own eyes began to sting.

The Stone family had enough wealth to rival nations, and yet his daughter had grown up without ever tasting a bag of chips. How could a father’s heart not break over that?

Waylon clamped a hand over his mouth as tears spilled down his cheeks, unstoppable.

“My dear… have some yogurt. It’s supposed to be really good; Susie loves this brand.”

He placed the bottle in front of Natalie, his voice cracking beyond repair.

“My dear, I’m so sorry. If I had been more careful twenty years ago, you wouldn’t have had to suffer like this. If I had found you sooner, brought you home sooner… maybe you wouldn’t have endured all this pain. This is my fault–all my fault.”

Waylon wept like a child. In front of his daughter, all pretense of dignity and pride as a father crumbled.

He didn’t deserve them anyway.

Seeing him like that made Natalie’s heart ache.

“Dad, please don’t. You were kept in the dark; it’s not your fault.”


“I failed as a father… and as a husband,” he choked out.

into his arms, wishing time could turn back; wishing

Natalie’s throat tightened.

easily–the Summers parents had taught her that tears were useless. If she must cry, they’d said, she should cry in front

never believed in using tears to keep

however, her tears flowed

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Hug

hadn’t meant to cry. She’d only wanted to have a quiet talk

“Dad-”

embrace, sobbing like a little

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carried alone–finally lifted. She wasn’t an orphan. She was loved. Her parents and brother cared deeply for

seemed to dissolve; a soft, glowing warmth wrapped

other and wept

Flynn came out and saw them, his chest tightened. He didn’t approach—he simply stood there in silence, watching, listening. But when he saw Natalie eating chips, heard her recount

felt lighter–though a little

“Dad, I…”

you every day. If that’s not enough, I’ll buy you an entire supermarket; you can take whatever you want whenever

Natalie’s

“Okay.”

find Flynn standing in the doorway, his eyes rimmed red,

she felt self–conscious for crying

“Flynn.”


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