Chapter 400 The Enigma She Could Never Decode
"Is something the matter, Mr. Darwin?" The nurse asked with concern. "A headache?"
Darwin's expression was nonchalant. "It's nothing serious. Mrs. Solomon insisted on coming over to check."
Fiona felt helpless.
Why brag about it? As if anyone were impressed.
It wasn't precisely a brag-worthy situation.
Her frustration was beyond words.
The medical staff exchanged glances that didn't bode well.
When the elevator reached the designated floor, Fiona accompanied Darwin in following the doctor's instructions for various tests.
Once the results were in, the doctor reviewed them and told Fiona, "Mrs. Solomon, looking at the results, the hematoma in Mr. Darwin's brain hasn't changed much."
Fiona also looked at the fresh results.
No change wasn't bad news, but it could have been better.
Leaving the hospital, it was past noon.
When they arrived, Fiona dismissed the driver.
Now, she was the one driving back.
"After everything is settled with the old lady's funeral, why don't you take a trip abroad?" Fiona suggested calmly. "See if there's a better treatment option."
"Fiona, it's not as serious as you think," Darwin reassured her gently. "The doctor said the hematoma would slowly dissipate over time."
"What if?" Fiona glanced at him.
"There won't be a 'what if,'" Darwin answered earnestly.
Fiona looked at him again, her expression complex, but she didn't push the matter further.
However, in private, she sent Darwin's brain CT scan to a neurology expert she'd collaborated with before, asking for help in seeking treatment options.
Back at the residential complex, Fiona parked the car smoothly and was about to unbuckle her seatbelt when Darwin caught her hand.
"What now?" Fiona frowned.
"I slept too much during the day; I'm not tired. Wanna walk with me around the complex?" Darwin begged with puppy eyes.
"But I'm tired," said Fiona, attempting to pull her hand back.
"Just ten minutes!" Darwin blurted out. "Only ten minutes."
Fiona sighed.
In the tranquil night under the dim glow of streetlights, Fiona and Darwin walked along the path.
Darwin, usually a man of few words, had yet to chat idly with Fiona during their early days together.
After recently reconciling, there was no barrier between them, and they had endless daily conversations.
Under such circumstances, he coerced her into marriage.
Amidst them lay a chasm, invisible and impossible to him, seen but steadfastly ignored by her, who even chose to step further away.
"I've thought it over," Fiona spoke up suddenly.
Darwin perked up to listen intently.
"The relationship between us does indeed affect our families' interests," Fiona stated calmly. "The wedding is necessary."
A spark ignited in Darwin's eyes. "Yeah! I..."
Before Darwin could finish, Fiona continued, "Let the PR teams from both sides handle it."
The light in Darwin's eyes and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly faded.
He reached out and grasped Fiona's arm. "Leave it to PR? What do you mean by that?"
"For the sake of both families' images and interests, it naturally falls under PR," Fiona said indifferently, looking at Darwin.
"I've apologized, and I'm trying to do better. Does it have to be this way?" Darwin asked gravely. "After circling each other for ten years, we can finally be together legitimately and with our lovely children. Don’t you want this?"
Fiona looked back at him, devoid of emotion.
"Darwin, I'm scared," she said, a wry, mocking smile curling her lips. "Whether in the past or now, every time... every time I give you a chance, there are consequences."
Darwin instantly stiffened.
"The first time I agreed to marry you, my children had to pay the price. After I forgave you last time, what did you do? You haven't forgotten, have you?" Fiona challenged. "Darwin, let's not torture ourselves. Let's be good to Charles and Chicago; let the rest go."
Having said her piece, Fiona turned to walk away.
Darwin's hand gently caught her wrist. "I won't make the same mistakes this time."
"It's only been a few days, Mr. Solomon." Fiona gently shook off his hand. "We have years ahead. Maybe in a few years, I'll believe your words."
With that, Fiona walked away.
Darwin stood still for a long time before finally slumping down onto a nearby lounge chair in defeat.
Fiona returned home.
Not seeing Darwin follow, she paused in the foyer, sighed, changed her shoes, went to her room for a bath, and slid into bed.
The light was turned off.
The room was plunged into darkness.
Fiona reflected on the words Darwin had said moments before.
It felt as though a thousand arrows had pierced her.
Yet she was genuinely frightened; Darwin was a puzzle she could never solve.
She had fallen too many times on his account.
She dared not take that step again.
If he could refrain from lashing out at those around her and from harming the people she loved, that was enough satisfaction for her. She no longer had other desires.
Life was long, and all she wanted was peace.
Before heading to Grandma Solomon's hometown, a call came in from the interior designer.
"Mr. Solomon, I've been working overtime to select all the materials. Whenever you're free, could you come by to give them a once-over?" The designer was exceedingly eager.
After the incident with Allen, he was worried that Mr. Solomon, in a fit of rage, would take it out on him, and he would lose the job.
Fortunately, his was the best DIY design concept thus far.
Mr. Solomon wanted to replicate the Chicago design as closely as possible, so he wasn't replaced.
As a result, the designer became even more enthusiastic and hardworking.
At breakfast, Darwin mentioned this to Chicago.
He feared that Chicago might have a negative association with that place and might be reluctant to go.
Unexpectedly, Chicago nodded quickly. "Sure! Are you going, brother?"
"Yep." Charles nodded.
Wendy, who was pouring milk for Charles at the table, couldn't have been happier.
"Ever since Mr. Darwin came along, the young master has been going out more," she beamed.
"That's not true," Charles muttered.
"No, no, I can't take the credit. The weather's been getting nicer, perfect for heading out, right, Charles?" Darwin offered a way out to Charles.
"Yeah."
Charles agreed, but his cheeks turned red.
"Then we'll visit Jessie and take off after that!" Chicago chirped eagerly.
"No problem!"
Darwin nodded in agreement.
Chicago quickly finished her bowl of oatmeal and dashed upstairs to get ready.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
