Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Chapter 434 The Father She Never Knew

Rose stepped into the hallway to answer the call.

A woman’s voice came through the phone.

“Is this a family member of Morgan Bennett? I’m calling from the hospital. Your mother is awake. You need to come as soon as you can.”

Rose froze.

For a second, she wondered if she’d heard incorrectly.

Her eyes widened.

Her throat tightened.

“She’s awake...?”

Her voice trembled.

Her hands began to shake.

Her mother had been bedridden for years.

Rose knew better than most how difficult it was for someone in Morgan’s condition to regain consciousness, let alone recover enough function to live normally again.

For years, Rose had prepared herself for the possibility that her mother might never wake up.

And now—

She was awake.

Rose snapped back to reality.

She didn’t have time to think about anything else.

She turned around, only to find Ariel standing behind her.

“Mommy?”

Ariel looked up at her.

“Why are your eyes red?”

Rose’s eyes were already filling with tears.

She laughed through them.

“Ariel, Mommy’s going to take you to see Grandma, okay?”

Ariel’s eyes immediately lit up.

“Did Grandma get better?”

Rose scooped her up.

“She’s better.”

Her voice shook with emotion.

“She has to be better.”

She hurried outside with Ariel in her arms and drove straight to the hospital.

When Morgan first became ill, the family had barely been able to afford her long-term care.

Logan had covered the basic medical bills at the time, partly because he cared about appearances, but the care had been limited to what was absolutely necessary.

Once Rose began making money herself, everything changed.

She transferred Morgan to a better hospital and made sure she had consistent access to the medications, equipment, and specialist care she needed.

Eventually, the hospital’s private-care program assigned Morgan a dedicated caregiver who was there around the clock.

She also received regular physical therapy and passive range-of-motion exercises to prevent severe muscle loss and joint stiffness from years of immobility.

Because of that continuous care, Morgan had avoided the worst effects of prolonged bed rest.

But none of the doctors could promise that she would ever regain consciousness.

Until today.

When Rose arrived with Ariel, she stood outside the room for a few seconds.

She took a deep breath.

Then she pushed open the door.

The first thing she saw wasn’t her mother.

It was Ryan.

He was already sitting beside Morgan’s hospital bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees as he watched her sleep.

His overcoat had been draped over the nearby sofa.

At the sound of the door opening, Ryan looked up.

His eyes rested on Rose for a moment.

Then they shifted to Ariel.

Perfect timing.

A nurse came into the room to check Morgan’s IV and change her dressing.

She recognized Rose immediately.

“Ms. Bennett, you’re here.”

Then she glanced toward Ryan.

“Your husband has been here for quite a while. Your mother was awake earlier, but she fell asleep again. She was very weak while she was awake, but don’t worry. The doctors are monitoring her closely.”

Rose didn’t bother correcting the nurse.

She barely even heard the words.

Her eyes were fixed on the hospital bed.

Morgan looked incredibly thin after so many years confined to bed.

But she was breathing steadily.

She was here.

She was awake.

Ryan had apparently been sitting beside her for who knew how long.

Rose didn’t have the energy to wonder why he’d come here.

She didn’t care what had happened before this moment.

All she could think about was one thing.

Her mother had opened her eyes.

Rose walked toward the bed.

One step.

Then another.

Finally, she reached out and took Morgan’s thin, fragile hand between both of hers.

The moment she felt that familiar warmth beneath her fingers, something inside her broke.

For years, she’d forced herself to be strong.

She’d handled everything alone.

She’d learned how to survive without depending on anyone.

But right now, none of that mattered.

She could finally be someone’s daughter again.

For a brief moment, she wasn’t the accomplished professor, the famous Aster, the Taylor family’s granddaughter, or the woman who had survived a disastrous marriage.

She was simply Rose.

Her mother’s daughter.

Ryan quietly watched her.

He knew she needed this moment.

He stood and looked toward Ariel, who was still lingering near the doorway.

He lowered himself slightly so he was closer to her height.

“Let Mom spend some time with Grandma.”

His voice was gentle.

“Would you like to sit outside with me for a little while?”

Ariel looked up at him.

Now that she knew who he really was, she seemed slightly more cautious.

She tightened her little backpack against her chest.

Then she nodded.

“Okay.”

Ryan glanced back at Rose.

She was leaning against the side of the bed now, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Then his eyes moved to Morgan.

Something dark flickered across his expression.

Without saying another word, he led Ariel out of the room.

The private-care floor was quiet.

The hallway was almost empty, designed to give patients as much peace as possible.

Ryan and Ariel sat together on a bench outside the room.

Ariel lowered her head and opened her backpack.

She pulled out a small advanced Rubik’s Cube and began solving it.

She didn’t speak.

She simply turned the pieces in her hands with quiet concentration.

For such a young child, she was remarkably composed.

Ryan watched her for a moment.

A faint smile touched his lips.

“Do I need to introduce myself properly?”

Ariel didn’t look up.

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