Chapter 253: Committed
At Lancaster Ancestral Mansion
Sanya couldn’t believe what she was doing. William was in her arms, and she was gently soothing him to sleep. He’d been crying, stopping only to start again, waves of emotion refusing to ebb.
"I’m sorry. I don’t think you’ll be able to sleep if you stay here like this. I have guestrooms; you could stay there instead and get some real rest," he whispered, wiping his tears.
Sanya smiled and held him closer, softly stroking his hair. "It’s fine, really. Just try to sleep," she murmured.
"I’m trying, but it’s hard," he admitted. "Tomorrow, I’ll definitely scold my brother. He should’ve told me sooner! No wonder Dad’s been reaching out more often, wanting to do things together like we used to. Now it makes sense why he’s been so persistent, trying to be involved in our lives. Usually, he lets us be independent, trusts us with our choices..."
"Older people like your father, who already have everything, often want nothing more than to see their children happy and settled. It’s usually about having a family of their own so it’s no wonder he’d love to have a grandchild soon," Sanya commented gently.
But she had her own struggles to face. She had recently found her biological mother, and now, finally, her mother’s operation was scheduled. The funds she was using came from William, and she hoped the surgery would go well.
Deep down, Sanya wanted a chance to ask her mother, face to face, why she had abandoned her. People might call her foolish for reaching out, even saving her mother’s life, but no matter what had happened, this woman was still the one who had given her life.
A tense silence settled over them, and Sanya felt her eyelids grow heavy. Just as she was drifting off, she felt William shift beside her, followed by the sound of his quiet, suppressed sobs. Her heart went out to him. She remembered how she’d cried upon seeing her biological mother’s condition—it had been so overwhelming. But William’s pain must have been even greater. He was grappling with the thought of losing the father who had been there for him his entire life.