Chapter 1948: Unavoidable Blood Relation
Roxanne was momentarily surprised, but a chuckle escaped her. She couldn't believe they had actually divorced. It shook her faith in love, considering Grant had abandoned his wife and daughter for Winnie. If her mother had lived and Roxanne hadn't been a minor still in school, she would have left home long ago.
Grant's shamelessness deepened after the divorce. He returned home with Yuliana and Yosef, children around Roxanne's age, openly admitting years of infidelity. Roxanne would never forget the suffering Winnie and the siblings inflicted upon her. Now, they faced their own consequences.
Yet, Roxanne felt a strange calm, devoid of any triumph. She had long since grown numb. Grant and Winnie's fates held little meaning for her. She replied indifferently, “Is that so? It's your affair, not mine. I'm going. I have things to do.”
She turned to leave, but glanced back. Grant was also turning, his figure appearing pitiable. Roxanne sighed, dismissing her turmoil. She planned to visit her mother's grave and share the news.
"Roxanne, let me see the children. It's my greatest wish," Grant called, abruptly returning and rapping twice on her car window. Tears welled in his wrinkled eyes. He reminded her of a lion in its twilight years, frail and diminished, lacking its former ferocity.
Could people truly become inherently good in old age? The question lingered. She simply nodded, started the car, and entered the manor. The sensor gate automatically opened and closed.
Inside, she examined two bags filled with outdated toys and snacks. Lucian approached, his brow furrowed. "What did you buy? The bags are awfully cheap."
"They're not from the mall. I met Grant outside. He bought these for the children," Roxanne explained, handing them to her husband. "What should we do with them?"
Lucian, learning of Grant and Winnie's divorce, was speechless. "There's justice in the world!" he exclaimed, then added, "We don't know the production dates or shelf life of the snacks; best to discard them. The toys can go to an orphanage."
He noticed her pensive expression. Women, he knew, were more emotional, susceptible to their biological father's plight. "Let's go inside. The coffee's getting cold. We'll ask the children if they want to meet their grandfather. If so, we'll arrange it," he said gently.
Roxanne nodded. They could only manage it this way. This blood relation was unavoidable.