NovelsFreeChapter 867: "What's this?" Hadley asked, brow furrowing.
"My additional card." Was he giving her money? Hadley shook her head instinctively. "No, I don't need it. You've already givenplenty." But Eric clarified, “That was for you. This is for Joy." He tapped the card. “I'm her father—it's my duty to provide for her." Hadley's lips parted, a rebuttal dying on her tongue.
Eric pressed on, "Take it. There's no limit on this card." "Fine." After a brief pause, Hadley reached for it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce they'd settled matters, Eric drove her back to her apartment.
"Thank you," Hadley said, unclicking her seatbelt and reaching for the handle.
"Hadley." Eric's voice stopped her short.
"Yeah?" She turned to face him.
"I've been wondering," Eric began, his brows knitting as he struggled to find the words, drawing a shaky breath.
He blurted, "Do you hate me?" Hadley blinked, thrown by the question.
She studied him for a beat and then countered, "If I said no, would you buy it?" No straight answer-just a flicker of dry wit.
Eric's throat tightened, his swallow audible. She despised him-no question! "What's the use of hashing out resentment?" Hadley eyed his drained expression and let out a hollow laugh. "We're Joy's parents. Let's just deal with each other that way from now on." Discover the best stories at galnovsJoy's condition meant their paths would cross again, no avoiding it. For their daughter's sake, they'd keep up a civil front.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm leaving." Hadley gave a quick wave, stepped out, and hurried into the building.
Eric lingered in the car, murmuring under his breath, "For Joy... But what about you, Hadley?" How could he untangle the knot of her years-long bitterness? The next day, a text from Eric buzzed through. "I've contacted the doctor. Here's the address and contact information. Bring Joy tomorrow-I'll set everything up ahead of time." Hadley exhaled slowly after reading it, typing back, "Okay. Thanks." Across town, Eric opened her reply.
A wry chuckle escaped him. "Thanks?"
The mother of his child was thanking him for looking aftexther-daughter! He'd royally botched his life-could it sink any lower?
The following morning, after a warm breakfast, Hadley bundled day into cozy layers and scooped her up to head out.
Melba trailed behind, lugging a bag stuffed with Joy's essentials. Thanks to Eric's arrangements, they breezed past the hospital lines and met the specialist without delay. The doctor, Thurston Nixon, was a leading authority in hematology.
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