Chapter 745 The Thoughtful Warmie
Finnegan didn't give Wayne a hard time. When he heard Susan and Lily were back in Oceanview City, he felt a pull to go there too.
Before heading out, he stopped by the Abbott family's old mansion to see Warmie.
Warmie, soft and cuddly, was thrilled to see Finnegan. She ran into his arms, calling out, "Daddy, Daddy," and giggling.
Finnegan picked her up and gave her a big kiss. "Did you miss Daddy, Warmie?"
"Uh-huh," she said, squeezing him in a hug. "Daddy, why's your hair all salt-and-pepper again?"
Warmie looked at him curiously. His hair had gone from gray to black and back to gray.
She reached out to touch his hair.
Finnegan carried her inside. "Everyone's hair turns gray, Warmie. Want an apple? I'll peel one for you."
"Okay," she said sweetly.
He put her down, grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table, and started peeling an apple. Celia came downstairs and was surprised to see him. "Finnegan, what brings you here? Have you eaten? Your grandma went out, said she was going to Oceanview City with Ophelia. Did you know?"
"Yeah, Grams called," he said, already peeling an apple. He tossed Warmie a drawing board. "Get busy."
Two-year-old Warmie loved to doodle.
She was already in early education, with a bilingual teacher. The family often spoke to her in both languages.
Kids under three pick up languages quickly, especially in a bilingual environment.
Celia went on, "I don't know what your grandma is thinking, going to Oceanview City with Ophelia. No one believes me when I say something's off. I'm not against Ophelia, but ever since she came back claiming amnesia, she's different. Besides her face, she doesn't resemble the old Ophelia."
Celia was emotional, not even aware of what she was saying.
But that last bit struck a chord with Finnegan.
He wasn't the only one who felt this way. The current Lily, apart from her face, lacked the gentleness and understanding of the past.
The old Ophelia would never neglect him.
She couldn't resist his tenderness.
She wouldn't have asked for a divorce.
Lost in thought, Finnegan's hand slipped, and the knife cut his finger. Blood started to flow.
Warmie got anxious. "Daddy, you're bleeding."
She wanted to find a band-aid but didn't know where it was, so she grabbed a tissue. "Bandage it, Daddy, quickly."
Her concern warmed Finnegan's heart.
It was just a small cut, but Warmie took it seriously.
Celia said, "Jeez, I'll grab you a band-aid. You gotta be more careful!"
Finnegan wrapped his finger with the tissue. Warmie helped by blowing on it. "It won't hurt."
Celia had taught her to blow on her own injuries to make them feel better.
Watching Warmie puff up her cheeks to blow on his finger, Finnegan felt a surge of happiness.
Celia brought a band-aid and smiled. "Finnegan, look how considerate Warmie is."
Celia adored Warmie. She didn't have a daughter, so this granddaughter was her treasure.
Warmie never wore the same clothes twice. She had new outfits every day, and Celia dressed her up beautifully. When Celia was in a bad mood, only Warmie could cheer her up.
Finnegan gave Warmie's nose a little boop. "You're the best, takin' care of your old man. Love you, kiddo."
"Love you too, Daddy!" Warmie grinned, her dimples popping out.
Just then, Lynn's voice came from outside. "Hey, does Warmie love her Aunt Lynn?"
Lynn walked in with a smile. "Hello, Aunt Celia."
"You too," Celia smiled. "Warmie missed you. Thanks for coming. Her mom hasn't been here for days; she went to another city."
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