Drama Novel
Chapter 1235
Mr. Fay lay under the blanket, listening to Mrs. Fay's conversation with the doctor outside. From the sound of it, Lydia could tell her father had injured his leg, but she didn't dare pull back the blanket to see for herself.
Unconsciously, tears welled up in her eyes and began to soak the edge of the blanket. Lydia leaned against the hospital bed, overcome with guilt for her past stubbornness, for always defying her father. "Dad, I was wrong. I've really been so wrong." "Why are you crying? I'm not dead or crippled," came a strong voice from above her.
Surprised, Lydia looked up to see her father, his face flushed with color.
He was still as stern as ever, his thick brows knitted together, looking as if he could find fault with her at any moment. But this time, Lydia felt no defiance.
Her eyes red from crying, she hugged her father tightly. "Dad, I'm so sorry I got here late."
"It's just a little earthquake," Mr. Fay said, clearly flustered by her display of affection, unsure what to do with his hands. "When I was younger, I went through far worse. This is nothing, just a minor fracture."
"It's not broken?" Lydia blurted out, immediately realizing her mistake.
Sure enough, her father's face darkened. "Who told you my leg was broken?"
Just then, Mrs. Fay and Quincy walked into the room, overhearing the conversation.
Mrs. Fay looked slightly confused and said, "Who told you your father's leg was broken? I spoke to the doctor, he's fine. It's just a small fracture, and he'll be out of the hospital in a couple of days."
Lydia immediately turned her gaze to Quincy, who shifted slightly, looking a bit sheepish. "I never said your dad's leg was broken."
The misunderstanding finally cleared, everyone let out a relieved, albeit amused, sigh. Mrs. Fay and the others couldn't help but smile at the situation.
Lydia, feeling a bit embarrassed,
hurried to wipe away her tears. Despite the awkwardness, her heart was filled with relief. She would rather took foolish than face any real danger to her father. Thankfully, it had all been a false alarm.
Mrs. Fay then asked about what happened during the earthquake, and to Lydia's surprise, Mr. Fay glanced over at Quincy with a softened expression.
"When the earthquake hit, we were in
a dangerous area slated for
demolition," Mr. Fay began, his voice steady. The ground split beneath me, and my leg got trapped. I couldn't get out, but Quincy pulled me to safety."
Mrs. Fay's eyes widened in surprise. "So Quincy saved your life?"
Mr. Fay didn't deny it.
Lydia, squeezing Quincy's hand under the table, cautiously asked, "Does that mean... you're okay with me and Quincy being together now?"
Mr. Fay shot her a look, and she instinctively released Quincy's hand. But Quincy held on tightly, and when Lydia glanced up, she saw a quiet confidence in his expression, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
Lydia began to suspect what was coming next, and her hunch was soon confirmed by her father.
"Quincy is a good man. I was wrong before. I judged him unfairly. Status doesn't mean everything. He's ambitious, responsible, and I believe he can give you a good future. So, I approve of your relationship."
Even though Lydia had sensed this
was coming, hearing her father's approval filled her with joy and satisfaction. Overcome with
happiness, she threw her arms netNôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.
around Quincy, exclaiming, “This is amazing! My dad's letting us get married!"
Quincy held her firmly, a small smile tugging at his lips. He, too, was clearly happy.
As Lydia excitedly bounced around, Quincy quickly steadied her. "Careful, take it easy," he gently reminded her.
"Alright, that's enough," Mr. Fay interjected, unable to bear watching their affection any longer. "I may have agreed to this, but remember, until you're officially married, don't get carried away."