Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432 

Mamie said, “You might not know much about Berlin, but there’s one guy you’ve definitely heard of – Cilian Thomas.” 

Agnes was taken aback. 

Cilian, the richest man in this country, founder of the Thomas Group. 

Agnes was very familiar with this name, mainly because he was Alyssa’s ex–husband, and the biological father of Ryder Whitfield. She often heard this name in the Pritchard family. 

So, what’s the connection between Berlin and Cilian? 

Mamie continued to explain, “Berlin‘ is Cilian’s only younger brother, and people call him Mr. Berlin. Berlin is notoriously a playboy, even though he’s old, he’s always romancing young model girlfriends, some even younger than his daughter. Although he and his wife have been doing their own thing for years, they never divorced. Your stepmother is really heartless, your father is still in the hospital, his life hanging by a thread, yet she finds the time to flirt with men, it’s a real family tragedy.” “Mamie, enough.” Ivan interrupted. 

Mamie always spoke her mind, but she didn’t consider Agnes‘ feelings. 

She immediately shut up, then changed the subject, “Agnes, what are you planning to do now?” 

Agnes‘ mind was a mess. She didn’t know what she should do. 

After leaving the club, she went to the hospital. 

Although her father had been moved out of the intensive care unit, 

he was still hooked up to all sorts of tubes. 

He lay there, pale as a ghost, like someone sucked the life out of him. 

Agnes hardly recognized him. 

Agnes sat by the bedside for a while. 

She held Preston’s hand, said, “Dad, do you know what I saw today?” 

No one answered her. Agnes smiled bitterly and sarcastically, “I still don’t understand why you betrayed mom, and I wonder if you’ve ever regretted it over the years. But perhaps there really is karma in this world, when someone does something wrong, God punishes them in kind.” 

The room was filled with Agnes‘ calm voice, “But don’t worry, Dad, no matter what happens next, I won’t let Starlight International Group, won’t let your and mom’s hard work be ruined by her.” 

Then there was a brief silence. 

Agnes held Preston’s hand, realizing just how old her father was, his hand thin and bony. 

When she was a child, she loved to curl her little fist into her dad’s palm. 

She always felt those hands were dry and warm, so big, so invincible, they could protect her. 

It had been many years since Agnes held Preston’s hand. 

And it had been a long time since she had a calm chat with him.