Chapter 223: The long-lost daughter of the Granet family
After dropping his mother off at the hotel, Nathan made his way to the Granet manor. The sky had begun to dim by the time he pulled into the familiar estate.
Inside the hall, he found his father, Oliver, sitting on the sofa with a phone to his ear. The moment he spotted Nathan at the doorway, he said, "I’ll call you later."
He ended the call.
"Nathan?" Oliver blinked, surprised. "I thought you left already. Didn’t you say your mother was unwell? How is she now?"
Nathan exhaled, weariness weighing down his words. "She tried to take her life again."
Oliver’s face stiffened.
"Thankfully, Helga was there," Nathan added. "She acted fast and took her to the hospital immediately. Mommy is fine now."
Oliver shook his head with a frustrated groan, rubbing his temples. "Still chained to the past," he muttered. "It has been twenty years. Twenty. If Raya were still alive, we would’ve found her by now."
His voice grew sharper. "It’s because of her madness that our marriage fell apart. And now she is dragging you into her misery, making your life difficult. How long is this supposed to go on?"
Nathan understood his father’s anger, but he also carried the weight of his mother’s pain.
"She is drowning in guilt, Dad," he said gently. "She blames herself for what happened to Raya. That kind of pain doesn’t just fade."