Chapter 1947: Far Too Many Mistakes

The days following the wedding were uneventful and pleasant. Peregrine had trained a cadre of capable protégés at the research institute, and with Linda’s efficient management, Roxanne’s workload steadily decreased. The three children pursued their studies diligently, their enthusiasm undiminished. Elias and Sonya took them out on weekends, easing Roxanne’s mind considerably. Her husband accompanied her daily, their time spent shopping, dining, or enjoying local attractions; their private moments remained deeply romantic. Roxanne felt overwhelmingly content, her spirits soaring, a constant, unbidden smile gracing her lips.

That day, returning home after a shopping trip, she received a phone call from Lucian. He had prepared coffee and awaited her arrival. After coffee, and before collecting the children from school, they planned a family spa visit.

Arriving at the manor gates, she noticed a familiar figure—her father, Grant. He stood looking around, carrying something. A familiar ache stirred within her.

She pulled her car alongside him, exited, and he, too, saw her. Though he avoided her gaze, he approached, carrying his burden.

“Roxanne, I just wanted to see the children. I brought them some snacks and toys. If you don’t need them, I’ll take them back.” His voice and demeanor conveyed a profound sense of inferiority, making Roxanne uneasy. She recalled her father’s usual fierce, yet cowardly, presence—a booming voice accompanying a perpetually grumpy expression.

Nevertheless, she accepted the toys and snacks. Though her children had little need for them, and Lucian would likely disapprove of the extra snacks, she took them; her father's demeanor seemed pitiable.

“They’re still at school. I’ll give them to them and let them know you were here. Anything else?” Roxanne’s tone was flat, almost impersonal. She wondered if his pitiful act was a ploy for sympathy. He probably only thinks about money, she mused.

“Is that so? All right. I’ll come back another time. I’m truly sorry, Roxanne. I’ve made far too many mistakes!” Grant’s voice choked.

Roxanne looked up, startled to see his eyes reddening, his sorrowful expression hinting at deep regret. Still, she remained unconvinced. “I… I can’t concern myself with those matters. You should take better care of yourself,” she replied indifferently.

Grant’s sadness deepened as he noticed she hadn’t called him “Dad.” “I understand. This is my retribution. Roxanne, I didn’t come to beg for your sympathy. I deserve this. I just wanted to see the children. Perhaps… someday I won’t be able to hold on any longer. There’s something else… Winnie and I… we’re divorced!”

He produced a crumpled document from his pocket: a divorce certificate.