Chapter 677 Where is Dad
Snow might blanket the portrait, but it can't erase the longing and memories in Finnegan's heart.
He bowed his head and kept copying scriptures.
As the sky darkened, Finnegan turned on the light and glanced out the window. The scattered stars were breathtaking.
Even at night, the monastery was beautiful. The village lights at the foot of the mountain wound along like a quiet river of starlight.
Among all the lights in the world, none belonged to him and Ophelia anymore.
"Mr. Abbott," the head of the monastery knocked on the door.
Finnegan put down his pen and opened the door. "How can I help you?"
Francis, the head of the monastery, was over fifty.
"I came to play chess," Francis smiled. "Are you free?"
Finnegan stepped aside. "Come in, Francis."
Francis entered, and Finnegan took out the chess pieces. They sat cross-legged, one playing white, the other black.
As they played, Francis tried to counsel Finnegan. "You've been here for half a year. How's your family?"
"Everything's fine," Finnegan said, eyes down, showing no emotion.
"Still holding on to your obsession?" Francis asked. "Don't let yourself have more regrets."
Finnegan held a chess piece for a long time without moving. "My only wish is for my wife to come back."
But she never would.
"The dead are gone, and the living must move on. My condolences," Francis said. "You should leave this place."
Finnegan stayed silent. Just then, Eli's "screams" echoed. He was being mischievous and getting scolded again.
No one at the monastery would really hit Eli. It was just for show.
Every time, Eli would howl as if it really hurt.
Francis put down his chess piece and looked out the window. "Eli's causing trouble again. I'll go check on him. A kid without parents has it rough."
Francis said this for Finnegan to hear, hoping it would make him think of his own child and let go of his obsession to go home and see his family.
After Francis left, Finnegan sat in silence for a long time. Suddenly, his phone rang. It was a video call from Celia.
Normally, Finnegan never answered or replied to messages. If Celia sent videos or photos of Warmie, he would look at them but never respond.
Hearing Eli's childish voice outside, Finnegan's heart softened, and he answered the video call, which made Celia on the other end extremely excited.
After more than half a year, Finnegan finally answered her video call. But seeing Finnegan in the video, Celia couldn't help but tear up.
She saw that Finnegan, only thirty-three, in the prime of his life, had more gray hair than her.
Celia, afraid Finnegan would feel sad seeing her cry, held back her tears and forced a smile. "Finnegan, you've lost weight. By the way, Warmie has grown taller. Let me show you."
Excitedly, Celia called to Warmie, who was playing nearby. "Warmie, come see your dad."
Hearing it was her dad, Warmie put down her toy and ran to Celia's side. Seeing Finnegan in the video, Warmie didn't recognize him. He looked different from the photos Celia usually showed her.
Looking at Finnegan in the video, Warmie sweetly asked Celia, "Where's Daddy? Where's Daddy?"
To Warmie, Finnegan looked like someone else's grandpa, not her dad, as Warmie thought only grandpas had white hair.
Hearing Warmie's words, Finnegan couldn't hold back his emotions. His nose tingled, his eyes reddened, and his lips trembled.
Celia couldn't hold back either. Tears streamed down her face as she cried to Finnegan in the video, "Finnegan, please come back. Warmie doesn't even recognize you. Ophelia would be heartbroken if she knew this."
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