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.

Natalie into his arms, wishing time could turn back; wishing he could give her everything she had

Natalie’s throat tightened.

her that tears were useless. If she must cry, they’d said, she should cry in

Natalie had never believed in using

however, her tears flowed freely,

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wanted to have a quiet talk

“Dad-”

collapsed into Waylon’s embrace, sobbing like a little

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the pain she had carried alone–finally lifted. She wasn’t an orphan. She was loved. Her parents and brother cared

of abandonment she had carried for so long seemed to dissolve; a soft, glowing warmth wrapped around

and wept until they had

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 her childhood, his own tears began

lighter–though a little

“Dad, I…”

listen–if you want these snacks, I’ll buy them for you every day. If that’s not enough, I’ll buy you an entire supermarket; you can

Natalie’s eyes redden once

“Okay.”

standing in the doorway, his eyes rimmed

felt self–conscious for crying

“Flynn.”


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