CHAPTER 224: CHAPTER 224: NEW YEAR’S EVE

"I just think what you said is wrong." Austin White frowned.

Seeing the two brothers about to start arguing, Seraphina Sinclair felt quite helpless. She wanted to say something to persuade them, but a glass of milk suddenly appeared by her mouth.

Desmond Fairchild gazed at her deeply, his calm tone carrying a hint of command: "You’ve just woken up and shouldn’t eat greasy food. Drink this hot milk to warm your stomach before eating anything."

"Okay." Seraphina Sinclair obediently opened her small mouth and drank the milk in one gulp.

Having not eaten for a long time, even a glass of milk made her feel full, confirming that her stomach indeed had issues.

Looking at the delicious dishes on the table but unable to eat them was simply torture.

Originally, everyone there preferred stronger flavors, so the New Year’s Eve dinner mostly featured Sichuan dishes. Besides some seafood being steamed, everything else was spicy.

To accommodate Seraphina Sinclair, they naturally prepared lots of dishes that melt in the mouth.

Such as bird’s nest, peach resin, or steamed pumpkin mashed potatoes...

Unfortunately, these were things Seraphina Sinclair usually considered desserts, which couldn’t stimulate her appetite, so her already small appetite was satisfied just by looking at them.

As the hosts, Desmond Fairchild and Seraphina Sinclair should have said a few words with everyone present in their home.

However, one had just woken up from a coma with no strength, and the other was simply not inclined to engage in idle talk, so this part had to be hosted by Old Mrs. Fairchild instead.

Old Mrs. Fairchild sat at the head seat, smiling warmly at everyone: "Today is New Year’s Eve and also a good day as Seraphina has woken up. On behalf of my grandson and granddaughter-in-law, I welcome you all. Today we are all one family, so please, feel at home, eat and drink to your heart’s content, and gather some good fortune for the coming year."

"Thank you, Grandma Fairchild." Rosalie Quinn politely thanked her and further wished, "I also wish Grandma Fairchild good health and boundless happiness in the new year."

Everyone likewise offered their good wishes, each bringing a smile to Old Mrs. Fairchild’s face.

Even Jude, holding a small teacup he made himself, handed it to Grandma Fairchild, innocently wishing, "I wish great-grandma a long, healthy life filled with peace and happiness."

"Good, good, all such good children. Now, don’t be formal, take your seats and eat." Old Mrs. Fairchild was overjoyed as it was the first time so many people gathered for a New Year’s Eve dinner, making it lively.

She had always liked lively gatherings, but her grandchildren and children were all very busy, making past New Year celebrations quite lonely. This year was truly a rare big reunion.

With Seraphina Sinclair’s participation, the New Year’s Eve dinner was naturally much happier, although she wasn’t well enough to stay long and soon went back to sleep.

New Year’s Day.

It was meant to be a day for visiting relatives, but Seraphina Sinclair had no family, and as for Desmond Fairchild, the only person he truly cared about, Old Mrs. Fairchild, was already at Azure Cloud Shores, so there was no need to visit anyone.

At the moment, Seraphina Sinclair was more important to him.

"Is godmother awake?" At ten in the morning, Austin White energetically appeared in Seraphina Sinclair’s bedroom.

Jude looked at the sleeping Seraphina Sinclair and shook his head, "Not yet."

"How about your dad?" Austin White asked again.

"I don’t know." Jude continued to shake his head.

Seeing no answers, Austin White left.

Desmond Fairchild hadn’t been to the company for a long time, but fortunately, Quentin Jennings was there handling all the big and small matters. Recently, those people behind the scenes seemed to have settled down, and troublesome matters gradually decreased.

On the first morning of the new year, Desmond Fairchild personally made bird’s nest congee, waiting for Seraphina Sinclair to wake up and eat it.

Unexpectedly, Seraphina Sinclair slept until the afternoon, turning breakfast into dinner.

Had Camille White not said she was fine, Desmond Fairchild would have almost thought she was about to fall into a coma again, which scared both him and Jude immensely.

Fortunately, Seraphina Sinclair eventually woke up, finding her hand tightly held by Desmond Fairchild, who looked at her with a solemn expression, not saying a word.

Seraphina Sinclair was somewhat curious and looked at him probing, "What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You promised me there wouldn’t be a next time." Desmond Fairchild’s thin lips moved slightly, a trace of pain flickering in his eyes.

"But didn’t I wake up?" Seraphina Sinclair glanced at the clock by the bed, realizing it was already four in the afternoon. She hastily apologized, "I was just so tired, and the medicine made me even more sleepy, so I slept a little longer, I’m sor..."

Before she could finish, Desmond Fairchild pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling as it whispered in her ear, "Don’t leave me again."

Seraphina Sinclair’s heart trembled, her eyes reddening slightly, as she reached out to hold Desmond Fairchild back, softly promising, "I won’t go, I’ll never leave again."

Camille White examined Seraphina Sinclair, saying her drowsiness was due to the medication, nothing serious.

As long as she continued taking her medicine and exercising every day, in three to five days, her complexion would return to normal, and in less than a month, she’d be back to her usual lively self.

According to Camille White, they would wait until Seraphina Sinclair fully recovered physically before starting treatment for her depression.

In the following days, Seraphina Sinclair ate obediently every day, walking several laps around the house for exercise since the rain made it impossible to go outside.

Just as Austin White said, in only three to five days, her physical condition had fully recovered, and aside from her slender figure, she had no other issues.

And just like that, it was already the sixth day of the new year.

Seraphina Sinclair stood in front of her vanity, lost in thought as she looked at the photo.

The frame held a photo of her father, whose kind smile and gentle gaze seemed to be looking at Seraphina Sinclair.

Seeing Seraphina Sinclair standing there for a long time, Desmond Fairchild walked in slowly. After seeing the photo, he gently took her hand and softly said, "The weather is nice today, let me go with you to see your dad."

"Can we?" Seraphina Sinclair turned around in surprise.

Although her body had recovered, Desmond Fairchild hadn’t let her go out alone. Since they weren’t married, taking him along seemed inappropriate, and she feared Desmond’s unwillingness.

Unexpectedly, Desmond Fairchild willingly suggested visiting her father’s grave, which delighted Seraphina Sinclair.

Desmond Fairchild nodded slightly.

Her lips curled up into a smile, and she hurriedly left the room: "Let me call Jude, we’ll go together in a bit."

Upon learning they were going to visit his grandfather, Jude was extraordinarily active, taking out the chocolate he had cherished for a long time to share with his grandfather.

The family of three set off immediately, arriving at Mr. Sinclair’s grave shortly thereafter.

In front of the grave lay withered white chrysanthemums and fruits and cookies soaked by rain, indicating someone had been there.

Seraphina Sinclair felt heartwarming warmth, knowing the ones who visited were likely Rosalie Quinn and others.

"Dad, I’m here to see you." Seraphina Sinclair said apologetically, "A lot has happened recently, and I’m late. Please don’t be angry with me."