Chapter 209
Chapter 209:
The man—a butler, judging by his demeanor and attire—shifted his focus to Yelena.
“Thank you,” he said, bowing slightly. “Truly. Please, could you leave your contact information? We would like to properly express our gratitude p>
Today could have ended disastrously if it weren’t for the young lady.
If anything had happened to his employer, he would have been held accountable.
Yelena shook her head again, her voice calm but firm. “That won’t be necessary. Sometimes, life just brings people together when it’s meant to. What matters now is getting him to the hospital for a thorough check-up p>
“Thank you,” the butler said with a brisk nod, his tone tight with urgency.
Without hesitation, he guided the old man toward the hospital, his phone already in hand to contact other members of the family.
The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on him—his employer’s health was of the utmost importance.
The old man, however, seemed untouched by the sense of alarm. Eighfast was a sprawling city, but he was certain he could find her if he tried. Though Kheley had always been his base, this trip to Eighfast was something of a pilgrimage—a chance to trace the outlines of old memories etched into the city’s streets.
The journey carried a bittersweet undertone. Time was no longer a luxury he could take for granted.
He would embrace what days he had left, even if it meant losing himself in the labyrinth of the city’s alleys and avenues, chasing fragments of a younger self.
He had wandered far that day, but the pull of nostalgia had rendered him oblivious to the distance.
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While the old man disappeared into the bustle of the hospital, Yelena slipped away, heading home with a quiet sense of satisfaction.
After days spent out in the world, she yearned for the simplicity of her own space.
When she stepped through the door, a familiar scent and warmth enveloped her like a long-awaited embrace. “Sweetheart! You’re home!” Donna’s voice rang out, filled with delight, as she wrapped Yelena in a tight hug.
Yelena, her smile soft and genuine, hugged her mother back and said, “Mom, you’re back. How was your trip p>
“Oh, it was wonderful,” Donna replied, her face lighting up with the glow of fond memories. “But it would’ve been even better if you’d come along p>
Yelena chuckled gently, shaking her head. “Mom, it was a trip with your friends. I didn’t want to intrude. Next time, though, I promise I’ll come with you p>
Donna’s eyes sparkled with happiness.
“Deal,” she said, clasping Yelena’s hands in hers. “Oh, and I brought you some gifts! Come see if you like them p>
Donna’s excitement bubbled over as she tugged Yelena toward the living room, eager to display the souvenirs she’d brought back—colorful trinkets, handmade crafts, and other unique finds.
On the second-floor landing, Bella leaned against the railing, her expression darkening as she watched the scene unfold below.
The laughter, the closeness—it all stung like salt in an open wound. It was a glaring reminder that she wasn’t Donna’s biological daughter, and the growing distance in their bond felt unbearable.