Chapter 752 Please Understand
Vicky brought food over to Dalton's place.
As soon as she stepped into the living room, the servant hurried over. "Ms. Bennett, you're here."
"Where's my dad?" Vicky asked.
The servant smiled. "Mr. Bennett is upstairs. He's got some work to do and asked me to keep you company. Please, have a seat."
Vicky handed her the food. "This is for my dad. It's a bit cold, could you heat it up?"
"Sure, Ms. Bennett. Please, have a seat."
"No need, I'll go find my dad and see what he's up to," Vicky said, heading upstairs.
The servant quickly stopped her. "Ms. Bennett, wait a moment."
"What's wrong?" Vicky asked, puzzled. "Why are you stopping me?"
The servant explained, "Mr. Bennett is busy upstairs. He wants to finish his work quickly, so it's best not to disturb him. He'll be down soon."
"I won't disturb him. I just want to see him and keep him company," Vicky insisted, continuing upstairs.
The servant looked troubled. "Ms. Bennett, you really shouldn't disturb Mr. Bennett, or he might get upset."
"I'm here to see Dad and keep him company while he works. Why would he be upset? Move aside," Vicky said, her voice firm.
The servant's resistance only fueled her curiosity. What could Dalton be doing that was so secretive he wouldn't even let her see him? She was determined to find out.
Just as the servant was in a bind, Dalton came downstairs.
He was wearing gray loungewear, neat and clean, with a faint scent of body wash. It was clear he had just taken a shower. This casual look made him appear several years younger.
"Dad, you took a shower?" Vicky asked, catching the scent.
Dalton responded calmly, "I was a bit tired and sweaty from work, so I took a shower."
Vicky noticed he looked a bit worn out. "How long have you been working? You don't look so good," she asked with concern.
Dalton smiled faintly. "I've been busy for several hours."
He was indeed very tired, but happy. The recent lovemaking, though it left him looking worn out, was worth it.
Vicky suddenly noticed faint scratch marks on his neck. She frowned but didn't ask further.
She glanced upstairs and then said, "Dad, I bought your favorite food."
"You're such a good daughter. Having you makes me very happy," Dalton said, gently patting her shoulder.
"Of course. Dad, we haven't had a chat in a long time. Let's sit and talk," Vicky said playfully.
She linked her arm with Dalton's and they sat on the sofa.
Dalton told the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"Vicky, did you really come all this way just to chat with me?" he questioned.
Dalton, being shrewd, could naturally see that Vicky's visit had a deeper purpose.
Vicky knew he was smart and didn't dare to hide it. "Dad, actually, I came to ask you about you and Mom."
Hearing this, Dalton's smile gradually faded.
"No matter what happens between your mom and me, we were once married. Rest assured, even if we divorce, you and William are still our children, and we still love you," he stated.
"Dad, I know that. But why are you and Mom getting a divorce? Is it because you don't love each other anymore?" Vicky asked eagerly.
Dalton sighed lightly. "It's not just about love. Your mom and I just can't live together anymore. Divorce is better for both of us. You and your brother are grown up now, please try to understand us."
