When Lucille heard what he said, the words she was about to say got stuck in her throat.
"How could I forget..." Franklin murmured as he held her in his hands.
She dropped her arms, and she did not respond, nor did she reply.
This was really not the time for that.
She looked at him blankly. Had he remembered it a few years ago, she would be overjoyed. If he remembered it before he had an accident, perhaps she would be happy too.
However, at this very moment, her heart was in turmoil because of Marvin's death as well as the assaults on the Internet.
"Franklin..."
"I am here."
When he heard Lucille calling him in a low voice in his arms, he responded gently.
"Do you think that my dad really died with his eyes wide open? Would he really not forgive me?"
When she spoke, her bloodshot eyes looked ahead blankly, dull and not moving.
Franklin raised his hand, gently rubbed the woman's hair, and said, "No, your father is different from Alma. He loves you, and he understands you too."
His voice was filled with pity.
"Really? I want to go out to see him. Tell me, how am I supposed to go out?"
She raised her head and stared at him.
She spoke slowly. Her voice was soft, and her body was leaning against him weakly.
In her current state, it would be difficult for her to even walk to the door, much less visit her father's grave.
"You should go to bed. I will find out where Marvin is buried. After that, I will find a way to take you out."
"It's fine. I can still sleep at night..."
As she spoke, her fingers became weak and the brush in her hand fell to the ground with a sound.
She was stunned for a moment and bent down to pick it up. Her hand grabbed the top of the brush, but she failed to grab it. After she reached for it again, she noticed that the brush was a little lower than her hands. After that, she finally got hold of it.
Franklin saw all of it.
This was caused by the wrong judgements from her eyes due to the extreme fatigue she felt.
"Take a shower and go to bed now!"
As Franklin said that, he immediately carried her up.
"You can't say you're fine!"
He spoke as he walked with an overbearing tone.
He was not used to coercing women, but this time, Lucille was still being stubborn. He was infuriated.
He carried her all the way to her room, and only Marie was there.
"Marie, please bring her pajamas over here."
Franklin went inside and ordered her.
"I can take a bath by myself..." Lucille wanted to struggle, but she was too weak. She could not get rid of the man's embrace, and even moving was difficult for her.
Franklin completely ignored her, going straight to the bathroom.
Seeing this scene, Marie was stunned at first, but she understood immediately. "I will get it right away."
After a while, she brought a new set of pajamas and placed it on the basin of the bathroom. She closed the door before she left.
Lucille had taken a shower a few days ago, but because her clothes were too dirty, as well as the fact that her hair was tainted with paint, she gave him a feeling that she hadn't taken a shower for a long time.
He first filled the bathtub with water. After that, he took off her shirt and wanted to unbutton her undergarments...
"There's no need forthat. I can do it myself..."
When she realized that he was really going to help her take a bath, she hurriedly blocked him in terror.
Hearing what he said, she closed her eyes obediently.
Looking at her expression, Franklin couldn't help but ask, "Do you usually give Aurora a shower like this as well?"
Lucille nodded slightly under the showerhead.
When Franklin was done with her hair, she saw him reaching for the shower gel and realized what he was going to do. She immediately said, "This... I must do this by myself."
Lucille reached out her hand to stop him, but when she thought of her situation, her face turned tomato- red. She withdrew her arm again.
"Okay, do it by yourself."
Franklin knew that she had already reached her limits by letting him wash her hair. Could he even continue? She would definitely reject him.
"About that... Wait for me outside..."
"Okay."
Franklin nodded and went out.
Lucille was really drowsy this time. Even she did not realize it herself. Just now, when Franklin told her to do the rest herself, she seemed to be a little relieved, as if she was granted amnesty.
She wiped her hair and squeezed out some shower gel...
He waited outside for a while. There was still the sound of water running inside, and the sound of her movements could be heard. After a while, the sounds faded away, and only the running water could be heard.
"Lucille? Lucille?"
Franklin called her twice, but there was no response from the inside at all.
His heart tightened, and he could not care so much anymore. He opened the door of the bathroom directly to find that half of her body was in the water, and the other half was outside the bathtub. She had fallen asleep...
There was still shampoo in her hair that was not washed off yet.
"Oh my."
Franklin used the showerhead and helped her wash off the shampoo from her hair. He then pulled her out of the water. Because he could not free himself, he held her in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.
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