Phineas saw Morwenna's eyes flutter open and gently coaxed, “Look, the only person who's truly been there for you is Norbert. Why concern yourself with anyone else? What are you pondering over?”
“I agree.”
Despair mingled with a trace of hatred in Morwenna's gaze.
It was Stuart who had deceived her, betrayed her, and even orchestrated the car accident that had seemed like a life-saving event.
Why shouldn't she seek revenge?
Just because she was poor and alone, did that give them the right to deceive and hurt her?
Phineas had a point; she didn’t need to care about anyone else now, just Norbert Hetfield.
Seeing the change in Morwenna's expression, Phineas laughed inwardly. Breaking someone's spirit to achieve his own aims was indeed satisfying.
This time, however, he was wise enough to keep his distance from Morwenna, fearing she might suddenly change her mind and lash out.
With a smile, Phineas suggested, “Let's go then. Norbert's condition is unstable; who knows what might happen if we delay? Better to avoid any more troubles.”
“Okay.”
Just as Morwenna released Norbert Hetfield’s shirt, she suddenly felt him grasp her hand. His frail hand trembled slightly, as if summoning all his remaining strength.
It was barely any strength at all, easily breakable with a little force.
But this faint grip was all the old man had left, his way of offering Morwenna support.
Norbert was gravely ill, not dead.
He had heard everything that happened in the room.
His eyes, clouded and dim, couldn’t open; his body was stiff and immovable.
He had truly believed Stuart and Wenna would end up together, never anticipating the truth to be so harsh.
It was his decision that had led to Wenna's suffering, harming this child who saw him as a grandfather.
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