CHAPTER 220: CHAPTER 220: DESMOND FAIRCHILD’S SOBS

"Seraphina, it’s snowing again outside. Didn’t you want to play in the snow before? It’s gotten thick enough these past few days. Hurry up and get up, I’ll go with you, okay?" Desmond Fairchild said, his voice choking up.

Recently, Austin White and his brother, along with others, have been staying at Azure Cloud Shores just so they can come and chat with Seraphina Sinclair whenever possible, letting her feel the warmth of the world.

Every time Desmond Fairchild stayed with Seraphina Sinclair, Rosalie Quinn stood at the door, secretly wiping away tears.

Partly because she felt sorry for Seraphina Sinclair, and partly because she pitied Desmond Fairchild.

Once upon a time, she thought Desmond Fairchild was a jerk. Now, she no longer thinks so.

Since Seraphina Sinclair fell into a coma, Desmond Fairchild has hardly eaten or slept, faithfully staying by her side. He, who wasn’t much of a talker, would chatter at Seraphina Sinclair’s bedside from morning till night, talking about everything from clouds in the morning sky to snowflakes falling at night.

His love for Seraphina Sinclair, Rosalie Quinn saw it in her eyes and felt the ache in her heart.

They thought Seraphina Sinclair had finally found true love and would live a happy life thereafter. Who knew this would happen, catching them all off guard.

Irene Rowe, much like Rosalie Quinn, couldn’t help but be moved every time she saw the distraught look on Desmond Fairchild’s face when he was with Seraphina Sinclair.

Actually, everyone had tried persuading him to let go a little, but Desmond Fairchild wouldn’t listen.

Even Old Mrs. Fairchild couldn’t stand to watch any longer and had to leave the scene.

"This can’t go on; he doesn’t eat or drink at all. How can his body take it?" Austin White saw Desmond Fairchild’s deep love and all his previous prejudices melted away, turning into admiration.

Such a man is truly worthy of his godmother.

"But what can we do about it? We’ve said everything that can be said, yet he refuses to eat or drink, or even sleep. We’re out of options." Irene Rowe sighed heavily.

They had hoped that Old Mrs. Fairchild’s arrival might help, but it seems Desmond Fairchild listens to no one.

Unless Seraphina Sinclair wakes up now, he will surely continue on like this.

Camille White rubbed her temples, her expression grave: "If this continues, he won’t last three more days."

Austin White exclaimed: "That can’t happen. If godmother wakes up only to find he’s gone, she’ll surely become depressed."

"If persuasion fails, we’ll just have to give him nutrition shots. Or inject him with a sedative." Camille White wasn’t as troubled, believing that solutions outnumber problems. There wasn’t a way to make Desmond eat, but making him sleep wasn’t an issue.

"If he really won’t listen, then that’s our only choice," Simon Finch agreed, seeing it as the best approach for now.

No one anticipated things would get to this point. How wonderful it would be to have foresight.

Desmond Fairchild continued not to eat or drink, so, following Camille White’s plan, they had to sedate him to force him to rest. With nutrition shots and sedatives, Desmond wouldn’t die immediately, but over time, his body wouldn’t stand the strain of normal standards.

Originally, everyone was only worried about Seraphina Sinclair, but now they had to worry about Desmond Fairchild as well.

Until one day, Austin White finally had enough.

He dragged the already emaciated Desmond Fairchild out of Seraphina Sinclair’s room, his face exceptionally stern as he shouted: "Desmond Fairchild, are you even a man? Godmother is already like this, and you want to make us all worry about you by not eating or drinking? Do you see what a ghost of yourself you look like now? Can you be a bit more of a man?"

"Are you listening when I talk to you?" Desmond Fairchild remained silent, his gaze distant and unfocused, only to frustrate Austin White further.

"If you truly want godmother to wake up soon, then stop being childish. Do you want her to wake up only to hear of your death? You’re nearly thirty, can’t you mature a little? Not eating or drinking won’t bring godmother back."

"If you truly love her, you should take care of yourself for her, not making us all, even godmother in her coma, worry about you. The third young master said that godmother can hear us talk. How can she rest easy seeing you like this?"

Austin White was truly exasperated: "I hope you come to your senses. Things haven’t reached an irreversible stage, and what you need to do now is return to being yourself, not torture yourself into a burden for everyone. Haven’t you noticed that even Jude is worried about you?"

"Isn’t it shameful for a child to worry about you?" The thought nearly made Austin White laugh in anger, "Jude understands the logic, and don’t you?"

If not eating or drinking could bring Seraphina Sinclair back, they would all do it. But what’s the result? No matter how Desmond Fairchild tortured himself, Seraphina Sinclair showed no signs of waking up.

His self-torment only served to burden everyone.

Austin White sighed softly, shaking Desmond Fairchild’s shoulders: "Desmond Fairchild, please wake up, okay? Don’t let those closest to you worry about you anymore. Old Mrs. Fairchild is worn out from worrying about you, don’t you know?"

He had said so much, and whether Desmond Fairchild could see reason was up to him; Austin White felt he had said enough.

If Desmond truly refused to listen, there was nothing left but to give up.

After Austin White left, Desmond Fairchild stood alone on the rooftop, facing the biting wind. Though he had heard what Austin White said earlier, he just didn’t want to respond.

He wanted to eat well, sleep well, hoping Seraphina Sinclair would see him vibrant and full of life when she woke up. But he simply couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

He couldn’t lead a normal life staring at Seraphina Sinclair’s lifeless face.

If only he had protected her better, if he hadn’t attracted enemies all over, no one would have come after Seraphina Sinclair, and she wouldn’t be like this now.

In the end, it was all his fault.

Despite his promises that he wouldn’t let her get hurt again, he had failed.

Dried eyes met the wind, a tear trickled down.

In the next moment, Desmond Fairchild crouched down, his sobs carried by the wind.

Who would have thought the mighty president of Cloudsea Group would cry like a child? No one knew how much he agonized inside, nor how deeply he loved Seraphina Sinclair.

Perhaps even he hadn’t realized he could love a woman this much. When he thought of the possibility Seraphina Sinclair might never wake, his heart ached so much he couldn’t breathe.

He only knew he couldn’t lose her.

Quentin Jennings, worried about Desmond, had followed him and beheld his boss weeping so wretchedly, feeling a pang of heartache.

Yet given the circumstances, he couldn’t very well step forward to comfort him and could only turn away as if he had seen nothing.

Inwardly, he prayed silently, hoping Seraphina Sinclair would wake soon; otherwise, Desmond Fairchild might truly falter.

However, a month passed, and with the new year approaching, Seraphina Sinclair still showed no signs of waking.