CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 173: MADAM, PRESIDENT LANCASTER HAS BEEN KNEELING FOR A DAY AND A NIGHT

Sophie shook her head.

"It’s raining, you want him to go back?"

Sophie nodded.

Ivy Summers took Sophie’s umbrella and set it aside, "Don’t worry about him, let him kneel, come on, mommy will take you to call your brothers."

Sophie doesn’t remember what happened before, and Ivy Summers wouldn’t tell her about what happened, nor would she speak ill of Damien Lancaster.

In the end, she still wanted Damien Lancaster to leave a good impression in his daughter’s heart.

...

Downstairs, Butler Alden approached Old Master Sterling.

"Old Master, First Young Master Lancaster has been kneeling for over two hours, and it’s raining heavily outside. Should we advise him to go back first?"

"Advise what? Those two girls upstairs haven’t softened their hearts, and you all have already?"

Tristan Sterling was playing chess with the old master and asked with a smile, "Grandfather, how many days do you think it will take for them to soften?"

Old Master Sterling thoughtfully placed a piece on the board, unhurriedly, "Both of them are kind people. That girl with the Summers surname has a determination that forces herself to be heartless, so I don’t know."

"You seem to have a special view on Ivy Summers."

The old master squinted his eyes, he couldn’t quite explain it, but whether it was Sophie or Ivy Summers, he felt a sense of closeness.

"Maybe it’s because of Sophie, that girl is so endearing, naturally her mother wouldn’t be bad either."

Tristan Sterling nodded, saying nothing more.

Old Master Sterling inquired, "I see you have a certain special feel for that girl Ivy Summers."

"She is very clever, there’s a certain strength in her that I like."

Old Master Sterling raised his eyebrows, "Like?"

It’s rare to hear the word "like" from Tristan Sterling’s mouth.

Tristan Sterling smiled and placed a piece, "Admire."

"She and that boy from the Lancaster Family are divorced again, I’m not stopping you from liking her, you’re not young anymore, it’s time to consider..."

Tristan Sterling helplessly said, "Grandfather..."

"Alright, alright, I won’t say anymore, you get anxious when this topic comes up."

...

The rain kept pouring down.

The news of Damien Lancaster kneeling at The Sterling Gates quickly shot up the trending list.

Everyone is guessing what earth-shattering event could have made Damien Lancaster kneel.

Following that, the headline "Aethelgard is about to change" appeared closely behind the news of Damien kneeling.

Gregory Lancaster and Seraphina Kennedy rushed out of the car.

Gregory Lancaster, both angry and anxious, reached out to pull Damien Lancaster up.

"Don’t touch me."

Damien Lancaster’s voice was hoarse.

Gregory Lancaster, veins popping in anger, "Do you have no shame?"

"Get up, get up immediately."

"Did you hear me? Get up!"

Seraphina Kennedy, holding an umbrella, squatted beside Damien Lancaster, face full of tears, "Damien, get up, what are you doing, are you crazy?"

"I’m not crazy."

Seeing they couldn’t persuade Damien Lancaster, Gregory Lancaster went up to knock on the Sterling’s door.

They already knew the news that Sophie wasn’t dead.

But the Sterling Family didn’t want to return Sophie.

Having his son kneel here, did they want to humiliate the Lancaster Family?

"Open the door!" Gregory Lancaster roared angrily, scaring the guards inside.

"Dad!" Damien Lancaster’s eyes were dark, "This is my own business."

Gregory Lancaster was extremely angry.

He had never seen his son like this, almost as if he had lost his mind.

Even if he wanted Sophie back, it shouldn’t have driven him to madness.

Unless there was someone here he cared about even more.

Ivy Summers!

Gregory Lancaster clenched his back teeth, for the sake of Ivy Summers, Damien was torturing himself to the point of becoming neither human nor ghost.

"Is Ivy Summers that important?"

"Important!"

This was Damien Lancaster’s answer.

Unwavering!

She was his wife, the person he let down, owed, and loved dearly, of course, she was important.

"More important than your pride and dignity?"

"Naturally!"

"More important than your life?"

"Yes."

"Damien Lancaster!"

Gregory Lancaster shouted in disbelief that these were words his son could say.

"You’re simply under her spell, out of your mind."

Seeing the two arguing, Seraphina Kennedy tried to mediate.

Gregory Lancaster pushed Seraphina Kennedy aside, standing in front of Damien Lancaster, "I’ll ask you one last time, is that woman more important than everything else?"

"Yes!" It was still an unwavering answer.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Very good." Gregory Lancaster said "fine" three times in a row, and finally laughed in his anger, pulling Seraphina Kennedy, "Don’t bother with him anymore, let’s go."

Seraphina Kennedy didn’t want to leave, but Gregory Lancaster firmly dragged her away.

"Are you leaving or what? Staying here to lose face with him? Let’s go!"

Seraphina Kennedy was forcibly dragged back by Gregory Lancaster.

Inside.

The servant reported, "Old Master, they’ve already left."

"What about that boy from the Lancaster Family?"

"Still kneeling."

"He’s got some persistence, indeed."

Let’s see how long he can maintain this kind of perseverance and determination.

Old Master Sterling went to sleep.

Ivy Summers coaxed Sophie to sleep. As she got up and walked past the window, she couldn’t help but look outside.

It was pouring rain outside.

In the weather nearing October, the cold was already biting.

That figure was still kneeling there.

Ivy Summers forced herself not to look.

After washing up, she lay in bed but couldn’t fall asleep. In the end, she took two sleeping pills to get some rest.

The next morning.

Today’s weather was gloomy. It rained all night last night, and the rain seemed to have just stopped.

Damien Lancaster was unlucky; it was going to rain again.

The first thing Ivy Summers did upon waking was unconsciously walk to the window and look at that figure.

He was still kneeling there, his posture unchanged.

Ivy Summers had knelt on a hard surface before; after just a short while, her knees ached.

Kneeling all night, one could imagine the pain—his knees must be numb to the pain by now.

Ivy Summers gritted her teeth, repeatedly telling herself that he chose to kneel on his own, that he deserved it. No matter how long he knelt, even if he kneeled to his death, she should not feel sorry for him.

Ivy Summers coldly went to freshen up, and when she finished, Sophie had woken up. Ivy Summers picked her up.

"Sophie, did you sleep well?"

Sophie smiled adorably at Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers stroked Sophie’s head, but Sophie ran to the window, tiptoeing to look at the person outside.

"Miss Summers, the master asked me to invite you and Sophie down for breakfast," a servant reminded at the door.

"Okay, we’ll be right there. Sophie, let’s go eat."

Sophie continued to stare outside, her little expression somewhat gloomy and sad.

She didn’t want this.

Outside, hints of reporters flashed by but no one dared approach Damien Lancaster because his aura was too cold.

Early in the morning, Damien Lancaster’s kneeling figure made the top of the trending searches again, marked with the tag "explosive."

Damien Lancaster had knelt all night, and the online discussion was more intense than ever.

After having breakfast downstairs with Sophie, Ivy Summers received a call from Ella Morgan.

Ella Morgan was incredibly surprised, "What did I just see, Damien Lancaster knelt at The Sterling Gates, it must have something to do with you, Ivy."

Ivy Summers did not deny it and even shared the good news with Ella that Sophie was alive.

Ella cried with excitement on the other end, asking countless times to confirm if it was true.

"So Damien Lancaster is kneeling at the gate, is he begging you to go back? He actually bent his noble knees, has he changed his ways? How about Sophie? Are you going to forgive him? Have you watched the news? Everyone is going crazy, and they’re all speculating about what major event caused Damien Lancaster to kneel."

Ella was so excited, speaking rapidly, that Ivy Summers couldn’t get a word in.

"Who would have thought the great President Lancaster would kneel to win back his wife. No way, if I were to post this on social media, wouldn’t I become famous by telling those who are guessing wildly what really happened?"

Ivy Summers held her head, "You’re exaggerating. He’s just repenting and atoning himself."

"The most important question is, will you forgive him?"

"No."

Ella smiled, "President Lancaster really has to pay the price for his past actions this time. By the way, I’m coming back to the country. This time when I return, I’m not going back; I want to resign."

"Are you sure about it?"

"Yes, this time I’m really sure... Back when he sent me abroad, I’ve worked like a horse for him for so many years, I don’t owe him anymore. It’s time to end it..."

"I’ll wait for you to come back."

"Okay, let me talk to darling Sophie. I’m about to cry with excitement."

Ivy Summers glanced at Sophie, who was silent, "Wait until you come back. Sophie currently doesn’t like to talk much due to some reasons."

"Is it a serious aftermath?"

"Yes, but I believe it will get better."

"Alright."

Ivy Summers hung up the phone.

...

By noon.

It had been almost a whole day and night, and Damien Lancaster’s face already looked very hard, but he was still kneeling there like an iron man.

The onlookers had changed batches several times...

At the Shaw Family, Rachel Shaw furiously smashed things at home.

The floor was covered in broken porcelain pieces, but she still wasn’t satisfied. She swept everything off the table, venting her anger crazily.

Others didn’t know why Damien Lancaster was kneeling.

She knew.

For Ivy Summers, for Sophie Summers!

Were they so important that Damien Lancaster didn’t even care about his dignity anymore?

He loved them so much, loving them humbly to his core.

But he was Damien Lancaster, how could he do this to himself for a woman...

Such a proud, noble person, how could he...

As night fell, the cold wind was chilling.

Damien Lancaster raised his hand to cover the spot on his chest, the wound hadn’t healed, and with physical exhaustion, the wound was faintly aching.

His knees were already numb, without feeling, but his back remained unbent.

Born noble, even kneeling, no one dared disrespect him.

He coughed lightly twice, tasting blood in his mouth.

Lowering his eyes, a pair of clean shoes appeared before him.

Damien Lancaster lifted his head, seeing a woman standing with an umbrella, her face still icily indifferent.

Yet, a light appeared in Damien Lancaster’s dark eyes.

"Damien Lancaster, will this work?" Ivy Summers asked.

"Are you willing to come out and see me?" Damien Lancaster’s voice was already hoarse beyond recognition.

Ivy Summers had complicated emotions and took a deep breath.

"Get up."

Ivy Summers ultimately couldn’t hold back, her heart softened.

Perhaps she really couldn’t stand it.

Maybe she was really bothered by the bombarding calls from the Lancaster Family.

She still came out!

After Ivy Summers spoke, Damien Lancaster didn’t move, still looking up while she lowered her gaze.

At this moment, the humble one was Damien Lancaster.

He asked her, "Are you willing to forgive me?"