Kneeling for a Second Chance Novel

---- Chapter 427 "She's at Red Crescent Road," Thomas replied with some displeasure . He hung up the phone. "Why are you telling an outsider so much?" "What do you mean by an outsider? That's our benefactor. If it weren't for Ms, Gab, we'd still have no one to turn to for help. Can you really bear to watch our daughter suffer like this?" Gabriella had just finished up the call when the door was pushed open from the outside. Alexander knocked as he stepped in. "We're leaving for home tomorrow.

It's almost New Year's, so you should start packing your things." "T know, Dad." She held her phone behind her back with both hands, putting on the look of a well-behaved and sensible daughter. He nodded. "This time, remember not to get into any conflicts with Sebastian and Valeria. Your grandparents have missed you a lot these months. Your grandmother even called to ask about how you're doing just a few days ago." "Tunderstand." Gabriella walked over and held onto Alexander's arm. ---- Then, she said in a guilty tone, "This time, I've truly repented.

I'll apologize to Sebastian and Valeria once we get home and atone for what I did. Everything before was my fault." Alexander patted her head, feeling comforted. "Good. From now on, our family will live in harmony." However, as soon as he left, the expression on Gabriella's face changed instantly. Harmony? If it weren't for Valeria, she would already have been married to Lucas. She wouldn't have been forced out of the industry, with hordes of fans turning against her and cyberbullying her. No one would be calling her a thief.

Even here in Isandria, she had to cover herself fully whenever she went out. If someone recognized her, they'd point at her and shout, "Isn't that the celebrity? I heard she's been stealing since she was a kid!" This time, she would slowly get her revenge on Valeria for everything. Back in his own room, Alexander sat at the bedside reading for a while. Wendy had finished packing when he reminded her, "When we go back this time, you mustn't act like you did before." Even though Wendy was still not fully herself after these four months in Isandria, she was no longer full of bitterness.

---- Wendy nodded. "I know, don't worry. I won't cause you any trouble." He paused, looking at her face. She was a strong-willed woman. For her to say something like not wanting to cause him trouble stirred a pang of sorrow in his chest. She walked over and sat at the bedside. Alexander reached out and stroked her cheek. "She's your daughter, after all. She didn't do anything wrong, and neither did you. If you want to blame someone , blame me. Blame me for not holding onto you firmly back then." "T don't blame you. I won't say a thing when we go back this time.

I'll just pretend she doesn't exist," Wendy said. Looking at his frail figure up close , she saw how sickly and gaunt his sharp features were. She asked softly, "How are you feeling? Is it bad?" Alexander's condition had worsened recently. His illness was advancing, and his dialysis cycles had shortened from once a week to once every three or four days. Wendy didn't care about anything else anymore. She was even willing to stay in Isandria forever, to be with the man she loved. She no longer wanted to bother with the past. She had even.

started to pray every day, hoping for a suitable kidney donor. However, with Alexander's rare blood type, they hadn't found ---- a match from the onset of his illness until now. Away from Slate City, away from those who caused her pain and the memories that tormented her, Wendy's mental state had improved somewhat. If it weren't for the holiday season, she wouldn't even want to go back. They arrived at the Grant residence at 4:00 pm on the day that they returned. Alexander wore thick clothes, but his extreme thinness prevented him from looking bulky. The butler greeted them joyfully, "Mr.

Grant, Mrs. Grant, Ms. Grant." The whole Grant family gathered for dinner that evening. Valeria and Sebastian came downstairs together, while Mallory and Zayn arrived half an hour later with Leo. The atmosphere was rather tense and awkward. Though four months had passed, the fiasco at the engagement banquet was not something time could easily erase. In the Grant residence's dining hall, with its twelve -meter- high ceiling, a plaque reading "A happy home makes everything thrive" hung on the wall, signed by Solus Grant, the late patriarch of the family.

Nicholas, seated on the leather couch, coughed, breaking the awkward silence. "Alright, don't just stand around. Do ---- whatever you want to do. Dinner will be served at 6:00 pm."