Chapter 338 About Origins
The baby was gone...
Those words struck like a bolt from the blue.
Magnus's arm, which was holding her, visibly stiffened.
The tender look in his eyes behind the glasses instantly turned cold.
At first, he didn't believe it.
He stared at Juniper, as if trying to find a hint of a joke on her face.
But there was none.
Juniper's eyes were calm and unruffled. Taking advantage of his stiffness, she pushed his hand away and slipped out of his embrace.
She stepped into the high heels placed on the floor and stood up to leave.
Behind her, Magnus grabbed her wrist, his usually calm and composed voice now slightly off-key. "I know you want to stay at Windsor Group, but don't lie to me about this."
Juniper didn't turn around, just lightly sniffed and smiled, "I'm not lying to you, you are lying to yourself, Mr. Blackwood. You know very well, don't you?"
"In case you didn't hear clearly, I'll say it again."
"The child is gone."
"It turned into a pool of blood in the fourth week."
Magnus was completely stunned.
Her tone was light and indifferent, but each word carried immense weight.
Like a sharp and heavy axe, each word struck him hard.
The sharp, heart-wrenching pain and the dull, immense pain tore at his chest.
Magnus's fingers, holding her wrist, couldn't stop trembling.
His blood froze.
His limbs gradually went numb and lost strength.
Juniper easily pushed his hand away, "Mr. Blackwood, the cooperation between SY and Windsor Group is mainly handled by Ms. Abbott. If there are any work-related matters, you can directly contact Ms. Abbott next time."
After leaving these irrelevant formalities, the sound of high heels, followed by the sound of a door opening, gradually faded away.
Magnus was almost completely drained of strength.
The child was gone.
Those words exploded in his mind, shattering him completely.
He suddenly collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his heart heavy with pain.
Magnus didn't recover for a long, long time.
His glasses fogged up, and his vision became blurry once again.
When Juniper returned to Christopher's Mansion, it was already ten o'clock at night.
The living room was filled with unopened gifts.
Jerry said, "Ms. Abbott, these were sent by Mr. Blackwood this morning as a first-time visit gift. Mr. Christopher Abbott said to leave them for you to handle. Should we keep them or send them back?"
Juniper thought for a moment and replied, "Move them to the storage room for now."
Knowing Magnus's personality, once he sent something, even if she threw it away, he wouldn't give her a chance to return it.
No need to bother sending them back.
Jerry called a few servants to help move the gifts.
One of the gift boxes had a tattered little sketchbook fall out.
Jerry picked it up and handed it to Juniper, puzzled, "Is this Mr. Blackwood's? It doesn't look like a gift. Was it misplaced?"
Juniper flipped through the sketchbook and chuckled, "He did it on purpose."
Knowing how meticulous he is, she knew he wouldn't have mistakenly placed the sketchbook among the gifts.
This little sketchbook was something she drew when they were newly in love.
Each page contained simple sketches of their ordinary yet sweet life moments.
Unfortunately, this little book had been torn by him once.
Even though it was later painstakingly taped back together, the mended marks were too obvious.
As a memento of their memories, it felt burdensome.
Juniper kept flipping through until she reached the last page.
She then noticed a new page had been added.
On the new page, there was a drawing of a family of three.
Jenny, who hadn't gone to bed yet, was watching cartoons. She ran over with her tablet and peeked, "Mom, what are you looking at? Who drew this? Why do I look so ugly?"
Juniper almost burst out laughing, "Ugly? I think it's cute."
"And why am I not between Mom and Dad? Other kids are always between their parents, holding hands with both."
In the drawing, Magnus was holding Juniper by the waist, looking down at her.
Jenny stood by his leg, looking up at them with a somewhat dazed expression.
Jenny wrinkled her little nose and said, "Oh, I know! It must be Dad who drew this!"
Juniper closed the sketchbook and pulled Jenny over, asking, "Did you tell Dad that I was pregnant?"
Jenny was puzzled, "Yes, Mom. Can't I tell Dad about it? He seemed really happy!"
At first, knowing about it was probably a happy thing.
Now, after a roller coaster of emotions, probably...
Juniper was lost in thought.
Christopher, leaning on a cane, stood on the second floor and called out to her, "Quinn, come to my study."
"Okay."
Juniper responded, pinched Jenny's cheek, and said, "It's late. You go to bed first. Mom is going to talk to Grandpa."
Jenny nodded.
After Juniper went upstairs to the study, Jenny put down her tablet and ran to the window, seeing that it was snowing outside.
If the snow continued through the night, she could build a snowman in the morning!
Jenny pressed her small hands against the window, too excited to sleep, eager to go out and play in the snow right now.
In the study upstairs.
Juniper pushed the door open and entered, "Dad."
Christopher's desk was covered with scattered photos, and there was an opened manila envelope beside them.
He frowned in deep thought, "Last time at the hospital, with so many people around and you just having had a miscarriage, I didn't get to ask you some things. I sent someone to investigate in the Imperial Capital, but they didn't find anything conclusive. Did your adoptive mother Lyra ever tell you that you weren't her biological daughter?"
Juniper shook her head, also puzzled by this, "No, Lyra treated me very well. My adoptive father preferred boys and didn't like me, but he never said I was adopted. Dad, am I really your daughter?"
Half a month ago, she and Christopher had reunited.
Even now, she wasn't entirely sure about her own background.
On one hand, it was hard to believe.
On the other hand, if she was a child Lyra had picked up, why had Lyra never mentioned it?
In her final words, Lyra had considered her well-being until the end.
There was no mention of her background.
Christopher looked at her with loving eyes, his brows relaxing. "I later had a paternity test done. You are indeed my biological daughter, without a doubt. Finding you now is truly a blessing."
"I investigated not because I doubted your identity, but to find out who caused us to be separated for so many years."
"Back then, when your mother had just given birth to you, she didn't even get a chance to see you before you were taken by enemies in business. Your mother was already in poor health, and after losing you, she fell ill from longing, her lung disease relapsed, and she passed away not long after."
Talking about his late wife, Christopher's eyes were filled with contemplation and regret, "If your mother knew I had found you now, she would be very happy. Quinn, let's visit your mother's grave together this weekend. She hasn't seen you yet."
Juniper held his hand, "Okay. Dad, do you think Lyra might not have known I wasn't her daughter?"
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