CHAPTER 287: CHAPTER 287: ADOPTING ABBY

Declan opened WeChat, the only pinned chat was Tanya Sinclair.

He had saved her name as Princess.

He clicked in casually, only to see [The other party is typing].

He patiently waited for a while, but then the typing was canceled.

Declan certainly wouldn’t pretend nothing happened.

The disappeared typing status appeared again.

Princess: [You’re awake? Did you rest well last night? How do you feel today?]

Declan looked at the string of questions, his lips curved silently.

Declan: [Hmm. It’s alright. Better than yesterday.]

He answered each of her questions.

Tanya looked at the message on the screen, lightly pressed her lips.

On Declan’s side, he’s actually lacking nothing.

Zeke Pierce treated Declan as a lifesaver, providing him with the best medical team and top nutrition experts... for now, there was nothing she could do for Declan.

The only thing she could do was quickly find a prescription to nourish Declan’s body...

As Tanya was thinking, another message from Declan arrived.

Declan: [Can you take a call?]

Just as Tanya replied [Sure], Declan’s voice call came through directly.

She picked up, inexplicably a bit nervous.

"Hello..."

Declan’s voice was consistently gentle and hoarse, inexplicably calming.

"I won’t be able to come find you these days. If you run into trouble, contact Janne Hayes directly."

Tanya: "There’s nothing here that needs to trouble Special Assistant Hayes. But you, take care of yourself, at least this week, Zeke Pierce can’t draw your blood anymore!"

The last sentence, Tanya’s tone sank.

She was genuinely worried about him.

She needed to find a prescription that would replenish Declan’s blood, but before that, his body couldn’t be further overdrawn.

Declan smiled silently and said, "Alright."

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll..."

"Tanya Sinclair." Declan suddenly called her by her full name, especially serious.

"What’s up?" Tanya followed suit, becoming serious.

"I do have one more thing."

"Go ahead."

His voice was calm and serious: "If I really want to see you, can I come find you?"

Tanya: "..."

This guy... really knows how to do it!

She cleared her throat, attempting to steer the conversation back to a doctor-patient relationship: "Before your leg heals, it’s best not to run around."

"Heh..." In her ear was the man’s low, magnetic laughter.

Tanya felt inexplicably warm from his laughter.

Just then, Caden was calling her, Tanya found a reason and quickly hung up the phone.

"I’m going to check on Caden, take care of yourself. Take your medicine, eat well."

"Yes."

Declan put down the phone.

He was in the room at the end of the third floor, covered with thousands of portraits of Tanya Sinclair he had painted over the years. He hung up the one he completed last night.

"Cough cough cough—" Declan started coughing, a bit of blood stained his lips, he wiped it off with his thumb and frowned.

"Ugh, dying now wouldn’t do." Declan reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing over the paper, the woman’s face, and a tender, deep smile appearing in his eyes, "I need to live, live a little longer, even longer..."

Footsteps sounded behind him.

Declan did not turn around.

Horace Sinclair’s aged figure stood at the door, also shocked by the sight.

So many paintings clearly show how much he longed for her those years... and to awaken Tanya from her vegetative state, the price he paid left even him, her grandfather, ashamed and shocked.

Horace Sinclair’s feelings were complex: "Does Tanya know what you exchanged to wake her up all those years?"

"She doesn’t need to know. I also trouble Old Master Sinclair to keep his mouth shut."

"..."

Horace Sinclair looked at the young man who was obsessed to madness, and sighed heavily.

...

At six in the afternoon, Felix Kendall arrived at the ward door, holding Abby’s hand.

Aunt Tawny had already left, leaving only Tanya Sinclair and Caden.

"Aunt Sinclair!" Abby held a bouquet of carnations and calla lilies, handing it to Tanya Sinclair with both hands, "I wish Aunt Sinclair to always be healthy and safe."

"Thank you, Abby." Tanya Sinclair smiled and accepted it, bent down and touched Abby’s head.

She noticed Abby was different today, she wore a beautiful little dress, and her usually casually combed hair was neatly arranged with two braids, adorned with small flower clips.

Her usually timid and gray eyes were brighter and more lively today.

Meanwhile, Tanya also noticed bruises on Abby’s arms!

She touched it with pity.

This gentle and caring posture was fully seen by Felix Kendall.

His eyes reflected subtly, suppressing that ripple.

This was Caden’s second time seeing Felix Kendall, he was sizing up the long-legged uncle.

Felix Kendall greeted him proactively.

"Hello, I’m Felix Kendall, a friend of your mom and Abby’s uncle."

Caden looked at the big hand extended towards him, reached out his small hand to shake it.

Caden: "Hello, Uncle Kendall. I’m Caden Hawthorne. You can call me Caden."

The four of them got into the car.

Felix Kendall didn’t bring a driver; he drove himself.

The two kids sat in the back, and Tanya Sinclair sat in the front.

Initially, Abby watched cartoons, Caden occasionally glanced over, slowly, they scooted together amused by the episodes in delight.

Tanya Sinclair glanced at Felix Kendall driving, wanting to ask something but fearing the children might overhear, ultimately holding back.

Felix Kendall had chosen a very stylish family restaurant, separated by security glass, it’s practically a wildlife park outside with various animals roaming around.

Taking advantage as Caden and Abby were captivated by the animals outside the glass window, Tanya Sinclair whispered to Felix Kendall: "Mr. Kendall, what is your relationship with Abby? Also, what’s the story behind Abby’s injuries?"

Felix Kendall looked tenderly at Abby, entertained by a zebra not far away, but when speaking, his voice was cold and deep.

"Abby’s biological parents were borderless doctors. They sacrificed themselves in the battlefield rescuing civilians and tending to troop casualties."

Tanya Sinclair hadn’t expected Abby’s history to be so tragic, momentarily speechless, feeling even more sympathetic towards the poor little girl.

"Later, I learned about Abby’s existence and sponsored her, unexpectedly nurturing a monster. Abby’s maternal grandmother and uncle’s family treated her as a cash cow. They abused her while exploiting her to extract money from my foundation." Felix Kendall sipped his tea, the force he used to put down the cup was slightly heavy, he remarked coldly, "I’ve been busy, haven’t returned to Aris much these past years, and didn’t personally check on her, it’s my oversight. Until yesterday, I ran into Abby incidentally and went to see her family personally..."

Felix Kendall kept his face stern without further detailing, clearly holding back rage.

Tanya Sinclair compassionately looked at Abby, playing with Caden, just feeling heartache.

"Despicable! How can they harm a child!" She exclaimed angrily, paused, and looked at Felix Kendall again, "Then now, do you plan to find another family to raise Abby?"

Felix Kendall glanced at her lightly and replied, "I’ll take care of her myself. My lawyer is already processing legalities. As for Abby’s grandmother and uncle’s family, after a friendly negotiation last night, they happily relinquished custody rights."

Tanya Sinclair: "..."

Looking at Felix Kendall’s expression, it’s obviously "friendly" with quotation marks.

Shortly after, the dishes were served, Abby and Caden returned.

They sat at a small round table, Abby and Caden were seated on Tanya Sinclair’s left and right sides respectively.

Tanya Sinclair accepted the towel handed by the waiter and carefully wiped Abby’s hands.

At the door, Vincent Hawthorne entered holding Joy’s hand, witnessing the scene.

Seeing Tanya Sinclair’s loving look towards Abby, Joy’s previously smiling face crumbled instantly...