CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: DESMOND FAIRCHILD’S CHICKEN SOUP

"Why are you looking for Irene Rowe? You two..."

Seraphina Sinclair dragged her words, could it be that this brat Austin White had taken a fancy to Irene Rowe?

Looking at Seraphina’s curious gaze, Austin couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty, unsure of how to respond.

He and Irene truly had no personal connections, but every time he saw Irene, he felt something special.

A sense of meeting too late.

"No, godmother! What are you thinking?" But the more Austin hastily denied, the more Seraphina felt something wasn’t right, sensing another trail.

"Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. But Austin, you’re not young anymore, if you like someone, try pursuing her, okay?"

Seeing Austin’s cheeks redden, Seraphina knew this brat was a bit shy, so she didn’t continue the conversation to avoid embarrassing him, but left it at that.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

As Seraphina and Austin were engrossed in conversation, the room’s door suddenly was knocked on.

Seraphina gave Austin a look to let him go open the door.

When Austin opened the door, he found Desmond Fairchild standing there, holding a clay pot and a bowl.

The two stood at the doorway stunned for a moment, before Austin came to his senses and immediately stepped aside to let Desmond in.

"You go in and keep my godmother company, I’ll leave now."

Austin was always smart, and seeing the situation, he immediately offered to give them some private time.

Desmond nodded towards Austin.

"Austin, did someone come to visit?"

Seraphina’s room was quite large, with some vertical distance between the bed and the door. So she couldn’t see what was happening outside.

Not until Desmond slowly walked toward her with the stuff he was holding did Seraphina see who had come.

Looking at the things he’d brought, Seraphina’s eyes held a trace of surprise. Did he make that?

"What? Don’t recognize me anymore?" Desmond, seeing Seraphina silent, felt a bit uncomfortable, raised an eyebrow, and asked.

"Oh, no." Seraphina calmed her emotions, replied softly.

Thinking about last night’s events, she felt a lingering fear.

Although Seraphina knew deep down that Desmond’s words yesterday didn’t mean to pry into her past, whenever she mentioned the past, her emotions would uncontrollably transform her into a neurotic, something she didn’t like about herself.

Back at Diamond Island, Seraphina had tried various ways to change her state, but unfortunately never found a good method.

"If you’re feeling alright, have some food then, I made you some nutritious soup."

Seraphina had been overwhelmed during this period, hardly eating a proper meal, her body had thinned out a lot, the little flesh on her face appearing even more gaunt.

Looking at the pot filled with white chicken broth emitting a strong aroma, Seraphina couldn’t help but feel puzzled, looking at Desmond in surprise and asking, "Did you make this?"

The soup looked good, the meat fresh and white, evidently simmered for several hours. Seraphina indeed hadn’t expected Desmond to have such a skill.

"Yeah." Desmond didn’t hide it, nodded, and teased, "Moved? Maybe offer yourself in return?"

Seraphina glared at him, holding the bowl of soup Desmond handed over, feeling indeed a gentle warmth.

But before drinking the soup, she had something she wanted to make clear to Desmond.

Seraphina deliberately kept a straight face while looking at Desmond, then spoke very seriously: "Your company must have a lot going on as well, I really appreciate your care during this time. But I’m much better now, Austin can take care of me at home, you should busy yourself with your work."

Even though Seraphina had been frequently unconscious during this period, she knew whenever she woke up, Desmond was always by her side, showing he surely hadn’t gone to his company but stayed to take care of her.

But, Seraphina didn’t want Desmond to do this, nor did she want to become a burden for them; at least not to affect others’ lives.

Desmond pursed his lips, didn’t directly answer: "Just take care of yourself, don’t worry about my business."

Desmond understood Seraphina’s intentions, but he never took these things seriously.

"No, I’m really almost better now. From tomorrow, go back to work, don’t make me worry anymore. My illness isn’t something that will be cured in a day or two, having you always around just makes me feel even more useless, okay?"

Seeing Seraphina’s determined gaze, Desmond finally yielded, quietly responded: "I promise you."

He didn’t know when it started, but Desmond found whenever facing Seraphina, he’d inexplicably feel flustered.

If Seraphina recently had rare moments of quiet life, then Shirley Lynch’s days were much tougher.

Since Desmond announced the termination of cooperation with The Lynches, their development had been in decline, Peter Lynch spending his days drinking and socializing outside, hoping to secure more deals for the company.

But sadly, in Bayside City’s commercial circles, upon hearing The Lynches had parted ways with Cloudsea Group, nobody dared to get involved. Most merely showed Peter Lynch surface level respect, without providing any substantial assistance.

In just a month, the once somewhat flourishing Lynch Group had declined to the point of being ignored. Many companies that previously cooperated with The Lynches even chose to pay large breach of contract fees to terminate their agreements.

As the person in charge, Peter naturally was very anxious about the cash flow, his hair turning largely white in a month.

His pain wasn’t just because The Lynches were declining due to operational issues, but because of his daughter’s selfish desires, leading to the current predicament.

Another late night, Peter at a business meeting until ten o’clock, a failed negotiation, returned home barely holding himself together, slumped directly at the doorstep.

Shirley had been waiting for her father at home, until hearing the doorbell ring, she immediately got up from the living room sofa and jogged to the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw her father intoxicated and seated at the doorstep, her heart feeling incredibly heavy.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Shirley squatted beside her father, tentatively asked.

In his torpor, Peter seemed to hear his daughter’s voice, instinctively opened his eyes.

When he saw Shirley looking at him with tear-filled eyes, he felt a surge of tenderness, quickly showing her a smile and saying, "My dear girl, what’s making you cry? Is someone bullying you? Tell daddy, and he’ll stand up for you!"

Even today, as The Lynches were in constant decline, Peter could still say these words, which only made Shirley feel worse.

During this time, she didn’t even dare to go to the company, because Shirley feared facing a reality she couldn’t bear.