Chapter 282
Henry forced a smile in front of Dahlia. He didn’t want to make it unnatural, as Dahlia was in constant sorrow.
He didn’t want to make her even sadder each time he visited, even though his heart was bleeding.
"How have you been, Mom? Are you doing well?" Henry put the fruit basket he brought to the table near the bed. He grabbed a stool and sat near Dahlia, who didn’t move from her current position.
They stared at each other with a smile, but both knew they were hiding a lot of pain behind their smiles.
Dahlia had long, brown hair, just like James.
She also had the same kind of eyes as James. It was obvious that James took more of his mother’s appearance and personality than his father.
Which was good.
Because Henry hated himself, knowing that he was basically Marlon 2.0 based on both appearance and behavior.
Henry reached and held Dahlia’s wrinkly but soft hand and rubbed it gently, "It looks like you’ve gotten thinner, though. Do you not like the food here? I can tell the nurse to change your diet. Just tell me what you want."
"I want to be free," Dahlia replied without a filter. "It’s been many months since I was put in here, and I hate every single second of it."
Henry lowered his head. Dahlia always repeated the same answer each time Henry came to visit her.