I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 502

Maeve stood completely still.

Grant continued.

"If you really don't want to see him, I'll have someone take him home. I don't want to make things difficult for you."

Maeve turned around, her eyes bloodshot.

"Why are you meddling in my business? I swore an oath. I promised I would never, ever speak to them again for the rest of my life!"

Grant looked at her steadily.

"I just want to do something for you. You've carried this burden for thirty years, unable to let it go. Let me help you untangle it."

Maeve's lips trembled.

"No one can untangle it! Thirty years ago, they abandoned me because of a bloodline! They raised me, they spoiled me for eighteen years, and just because the blood in my veins wasn't theirs, they took everything away. They..."

"Maeve."

A voice called out from behind her.

Maeve's words died instantly in her throat.

She turned around slowly and saw Percival leaning on his cane, walking toward her step by agonizing step.

His movements were incredibly slow, but his eyes were filled with absolute determination.

"Maeve, I was wrong."

A layer of moisture clouded Percival's faded eyes.

"You are my daughter. Blood or no blood, you will always be my daughter. I was a foolish man my entire life, and I failed you."

Maeve's mind went completely blank.

She stared at Percival in utter disbelief.

This fiercely proud scholar, born into academic prestige, had commanded authority his entire life.

He was an incredibly stubborn, inflexible man who had sworn never to admit fault.

Yet here, in this very moment, he was apologizing to her.

Maeve's tears finally broke free.

She hadn't cried since the day she turned eighteen.

Today, she wept for a long time, as if the suffocating grievances she had stockpiled for three decades were finally erupting all at once.

Grant stood quietly on the sidelines, watching as the father and daughter, separated by thirty years of resentment, finally broke through their defenses and listened to what the other had been desperately holding onto.

That night, after Percival was taken to his room to rest, Maeve sat alone on the veranda.

The valley wind rustled her clothes.

She stared off into the distance, lost in thought as she watched the moonlight shatter over the surface of the resort's ornamental pool.

Grant walked over and sat down beside her.

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