Chapter 612

Scales immediately stood from the sofa, smiling. “Not at all, Miss Amanda. Shall we go?”
“Yes.” Amanda nodded, and she and Ann followed him out to the car.
The drive to Gonzales Manor took about thirty minutes. The estate was vast; even after entering the gates, it was another few minutes’ drive to the main house.
As soon as the car stopped, they saw Keira waiting for them outside.
“Mother.” Amanda got out of the car, her face beaming with joy. She rushed to Keira and took her hands, her eyes red with emotion, playing the part of the perfect daughter and sister. “Congratulations. The long night is finally over.”
Keira’s own eyes were misty. “Yes, the long night is over. Amanda, I’ve finally lived to see the day your brother wakes up!”
She pulled Amanda into a tight hug and burst into tears.
Amanda gently patted her mother’s back, a cold, vicious light glinting in her eyes.
*Cry. Cry all you want. You’ll have plenty more to cry about soon.*
Ann walked over and gently rubbed Keira’s back. “Grandma, Uncle waking up is a joyous occasion. You should be smiling.”
*After all, old woman, if you don’t smile now, you won’t get another chance.* Ann thought with a cold smirk.
“Mother, Ann is right,” Amanda chimed in. “We should be happy. We can’t have Stuart worrying about us when he wakes up.”
Ann dutifully took out a tissue and wiped Keira’s tears.
Keira finally composed herself.
Amanda linked her arm through Keira’s. “Mother, where’s Freya?”
“She’s in Stuart’s room. Come on, let’s go.”
Keira had been waiting here specifically for her daughter.
“Alright,” Amanda said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “By the way, Mother, has Stuart shown any signs of waking up yet?”
“Freya said he has,” Keira replied.
Amanda smiled. “Freya’s medical skills are incredible. If she says Stuart will wake up today, then he definitely will. Mother, let’s hurry. We wouldn’t want to miss the moment he opens his eyes.”
*Or the moment he stops breathing.*
She glanced back at Ann. “Ann, keep up.”
“Yes, Mom.” Ann quickened her pace to match theirs.
They walked swiftly and soon arrived at Stuart’s courtyard. Caitlin had planted a large patch of roses there, and the pink blossoms were in full, vibrant bloom.
Amanda smiled. “Mother, I was here yesterday, and these roses hadn’t bloomed yet. Look at them today! seems even the flowers know something momentous is
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Keira’s face was wreathed in smiles. “You’re right, Amanda. It seems even the flowers know Stuart is waking up today.”
Amanda’s eyes glinted.
*Smile while you can, old woman. It won’t last long.*
They entered Stuart’s room. Caitlin was performing acupuncture on him. She was wearing a white t-shirt and pink cargo pants with white sneakers. Her long legs and faskin suited the style perfectly, making her look both cool and beautiful. The fluid, precise movements of her hands as she placed the needles had a certain martial grace.
Ann watched her, a cold look in her eyes.
*Hmph. Country bumpkin. Putting on a show.*
*Just wait. The act will be over soon enough.*
“Freya, your aunt is here,” Keira announced with a smile.
Caitlin glanced over her shoulder. “Aunt Amanda.”
Her voice was soft, her expression unreadable.
Amanda rushed to Caitlin’s side, first looking at Stuart on the bed, then asking with concern, “Freya, how is your father?”
“He’s doing well,” Caitlin said, inserting a needle into a point on Stuart’s face. “Once I finish this session, he should wake up.”
“That’s wonderful!” Amanda exclaimed, her face a picture of excitement.
Keira was equally thrilled, beaming from ear to ear. “I’ve said it all along. Freya is
our family’s lucky star. With her here, everything will be alright.”
Soon her son would be awake, and then it wouldn’t be long before they found her daughter-in-law and the family was whole aga The thought filled Keira with joy. All she wanted her old age was to see her family happy and together.
Hearing their conversation, Ann glanced at Stuart, a scornful smirk playing on her lips.
Caitlin was a phenomenal liar. Stuart was pale, his lips colorless. He didn’t look like he was about to wake up at all. He looked like a man on the verge of death.
And yet, Keira believed every word. It didn’t occur to her that if Stuart were really waking up today, he would at least be able to move a finger by now.
*What a foolish old woman. She deserves to lose her only son.*