Chapter 80: Overly Involved in Our Lives
Rain was pleasantly surprised by her bedroom. The soft, feminine colors instantly appealed to her, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The room was spacious and extravagant, with a design that skillfully blended modern tones with vintage touches. It was clear that a lot of thought had gone into making the space comfortable and elegant, and she couldn’t help but appreciate the attention to detail.
"This is beautiful, Father. I really like it," Rain murmured, the word "Father" slipping naturally from her lips. She blushed as her father-in-law’s face lit up with a wide smile, clearly pleased by her words.
"I’m glad you like it. If you need anything, just ask any of the servants. They can help you settle in," Rock said warmly. Then, glancing at Alexander, who had personally carried her luggage inside, he added, "My son’s bedroom is right across from yours."
"Dad, that’s enough. Let’s leave Rain to rest. She’s had a mild concussion," Alexander reminded him gently.
Rain smiled gratefully. "Thank you so much for this arrangement, Father."
Rock nodded. "Well then, get some rest. I’ll have someone call you for dinner later."
Rain nodded in return and watched as the father and son left her to herself. Exhaustion weighed on her, but before she succumbed to sleep, Rain decided to relax her body with a warm bath, hoping it would ease her lingering dizziness.
Finally alone, Rain let the tears flow freely down her face. She was overwhelmed by the warmth and acceptance her father-in-law had shown her. His kindness felt pure and genuine, a stark contrast to the coldness she had always felt from her own father.
Why couldn’t her father treat her the same way? They said it was because of her mother—because of the woman who had brought her into the world. Her second Aunt Lydia, whom her father had adored, had died, and it was said to be her mother’s fault.