Chapter 1393
Could it be that he went yesterday to fetch the paternity test results on his own just to show them to Zephyr today, to quash his doubts?
Joshua had brought her to meet Zephyr, seemingly more prepared than she could have ever been.
“Well, congratulations on finding your long-lost daughter,” Zephyr said with an icy edge, his words clipped and harsh.
Though he was speaking of congratulations to Joshua, there wasn’t a hint of warmth or genuine goodwill in his voice. His tone suggested sarcasm more than anything else.
So what then if Joshua had proven Thalassa was his daughter? She still had nothing to do with the Sinclair family.
Zephyr didn’t immediately toss Thalassa out this time, and that was out of courtesy to Joshua. Had it not been for Joshua’s presence, he wouldn’t have allowed her to set foot within the Sinclair family’s threshold.
Joshua seemed so eager to share the joy of finding his daughter after all these years, but Zephyr couldn’t share in that joy or truly wish him well.
The love of his life, Lysander, was now lying in a hospital bed and reduced to a vegetative state.
The pain and hurt in his heart was something no one else could possibly understand!
And to make matters worse, it was all because of Thalassa! His disdain for her was boundless, hatred barely scratching the
De of his emotions.
How could the fact that she was Joshua’s daughter sway his opinion of her?
“Zephyr, I know it’s tough with Lysander in such a state, but you’ve got to believe in miracles,” Joshua said, gently patting Zephyr’s back, his voice soothing as he shifted the conversation to Lysander.
At the mention of Lysander’s name, Thalassa sat up straight, her nerves tensing as she watched Zephyr’s expression.
Zephyr’s usually clouded eyes suddenly filled with sorrow at the mention, his voice becoming heavy.
The facade he’d been maintaining crumbled, his upright posture suddenly stooped, an air of age and world-weariness enveloping him in an instant.
“You said it yourself, him waking up would be a miracle. But how many miracles are there in the world?” Zephyr said, his voice laden with grief, a sense of helplessness creeping in.
Sybil was his beloved, and he was always spry and radiant in her company. Since her
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passing, Zephyr had seemed to lose his spirit and zest for life.
Then Leopold’s passing was another blow.
And now, Lysander’s accident added more bitterness in his heart.
One tragedy after another had nearly broken Zephyr.
“Zephyr, back when I was a young man, you told me to never give up, to keep fighting until the very end no matter how hard things got,” Joshua said, his voice heavy with reminiscence. “You said even if it’s an enemy, we should set aside grievances for a common goal if they can help. Once the goal is achieved, then you can settle personal scores. You told me opportunity means racing against time, to put aside all grudges and pick the right allies. The one who wins that race against time is the ultimate winner.”
Zephyr caught the hidden meaning in Joshua’s words. His eyes, deep with sorrow, now sharpened as he asked, “What are you trying to say?”
“You just said miracles are rare in this world. They’re hard to come by, but they do happen. Thalassa is one of those miracles,”
a said, steering the conversation back to his
main point.
All his preceding words had be up to this moment.
Hearing Joshua finally get to the purpose of their visit, Thalassa clenched her fists, her eyes locked on Zephyr, waiting for his reaction
Without a second thought, the mere mention of Thalassa sparked rejection in Zephyr, “Don’t even mention her name! If you’ve come here just to talk about her, then you might as well leave right now!”
Zephyr was agitated. He stood up as
if to his guests out.
His restraint thus far had been for the sake of maintaining the longstanding friendship between the Sinclair and Whitman families. It did not mean he could accept Thalassa, not
even for Joshua’s sake.
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