Chapter 128 Can't Live without You
Time and again being ignored, one could only imagine how Celia felt.
Watching Finnegan treat old lady Abbott with such patience and humor, Celia couldn't hold back her tears, "Finnegan, what do you want from me? I always have your best interests at heart, but no matter what I do, you never appreciate it. We're mother and son, yet we act like enemies. If it weren't for your grandma, would you ever come home?"
At her words, Finnegan's expression darkened instantly, and he cast a cold glance at Celia, "Mom, I've told you many times, I don't need you meddling in my affairs. You're too controlling."
"You're my son, if I don't look after you, who will? I'm doing this for your own good..."
The phrase 'for your own good' seemed to chill Finnegan to the core.
The icy aura emanating from Finnegan was enough to make one shiver.
Celia instinctively swallowed the rest of her words.
Old lady Abbott tugged at Finnegan's sleeve like a child, and Finnegan's expression softened, "Grandma, I have to go now, I'll visit you again another day."
Old lady Abbott reminded him, "Alright, but don't forget to bring your girlfriend over for me to see."
Old lady Abbott might seem a little confused these days, but when it came to his grandson Finnegan's love life, he was surprisingly sharp and never forgot a detail.
After pacifying old lady Abbott, Finnegan stood up to leave. Celia was mumbling at the corner of her mouth, wanting to say something, but she feared angering Finnegan, her expression one of hesitation and restraint.
Finnegan glanced at Celia with an indifferent look and said, "Don't try to set me up with Niamh anymore. I'm not going to marry her. If you're bored, just go traveling the world. Don't waste all your thoughts on me."
"Finnegan, you didn't object before. Why won't you marry her now? How am I supposed to explain this to Ms. Parks?" Celia asked, puzzled. "Finnegan, don't tell me, have you really found a girlfriend? Who is she?"
"When it's time for you to know, I'll tell you."
With those words, Finnegan left, leaving the conversation hanging.
Celia's expression grew serious as she quickly said to old lady Abbott, "Mom, please talk to Finnegan tomorrow. Insist on him introducing you to his girlfriend. I'm worried that Finnegan's new girl is just another gold digger, like Grace Parker. We can't have someone like that in the Abbott family. The Parks family are the only match for Finnegan in terms of status, and I even had their fortunes told; their compatibility is perfect."
Old lady Abbott's thoughts were all mixed up. "Who's Grace Parker? Isn't Finnegan's girlfriend Niamh? I'd arranged that match for him, the future granddaughter-in-law. And let me tell you, I've met Niamh. She's a beauty with a heart to match. She even took me to the hospital when I fell. Niamh, oh, she looks so much like her grandfather..."
Celia couldn't make heads or tails of the elderly woman's ramblings, which sounded all jumbled and confusing. She pondered if the older woman was having one of her forgetful spells.
Celia was growing frantic, realizing she couldn't count on old lady Abbott and decided she needed to take matters into her own hands to find out more.
Those close to Finnegan were tight-lipped, and getting any real information wasn't going to be easy.
Celia thought of Caspian, who was close to Finnegan. Perhaps he might know something...
...
Meanwhile, Ophelia had finished cooking and was sitting on the sofa waiting for Finnegan to return home. Without realizing it, she drifted off to sleep.
When Finnegan returned, he found Ophelia asleep with a throw pillow in her embrace, the television still on, and the dinner nearly cold.
Setting his things down, Finnegan tiptoed over, afraid of waking Ophelia. Coming back to this modest house, to someone waiting for him, to a delicious meal—these simple joys were becoming more addictive by the day.
He felt drawn to where Ophelia was. Her presence offered a sense of peace and comfort.
As Finnegan sat down on the sofa, Ophelia stirred awake. Seeing him, she instinctively snuggled closer, still drowsy, “You’re back, I'm so sleepy.”
She didn’t even feel like eating.
In a gentle voice, Finnegan suggested, “Then take a nap first. Go to bed, and I’ll join you for a bit. After you wake up, we can eat.”
Ophelia, not wanting to move an inch, lay lazily across his lap like a cat.
Finnegan's lips curled into a smile as he scooped her up and took her to bed, cuddling together for a short doze.
She nuzzled into his chest, “Finnegan, I’ve realized that I can’t live without you.”
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