Chapter 652
Chapter 652 His Daughter With ire
Avery had never imagined that the powerful Cayden would depart from this world before her. She still
couldn''te to terms with this reality.
Seeing her unresponsive, thewyer handed her a pen. “Mrs. Moore, please sign here.”
Without quite knowing what she was doing, Avery took them and started to stare nkly at the
documents.
Pain and sorrow were disyed on her face. Then, Avery suddenly felt a surge of anger. Did that man
know in advance that he was in danger? Is that why he had prepared his will ahead of time?
She knew that Cayden was a man of his word—a man of honor. He would go to great lengths for his
friends, even if it meant getting hurt.
But why won''t he think about me and our unborn child? Is he trying to make amends with us in this
way? No. He should havee back alive, ready to endure my grumbles and chiding instead of
leaving me alone to bear this bolt from the blue.
Avery forcefully threw the pen in her hand. She was almost hysterical as she screamed, “Get out! Get
out! Why did he abandon us? Why would he leave his wife and children behind? How could he have
done this? I will never ept a single thing from him in my life, let alone his supposedpensation!”
The atmosphere in the ward instantly turned tense.
ire''s gentle touch steadied Avery''s trembling shoulders, her words carrying a sense of serene
assurance. “Ery, don''t get agitated. We can''t let anything mess with the precious little life growing inside
of you. Your body''s in a crucial phase, and we''ve got to be extra careful.”
Then, she turned to Xavier and said, “Avery isn''t in a good mood right now, so can we discuss the
matter of the signature in a few days instead?”
Xavier nodded in understanding, As he bowed slightly at Avery, he said, “I''ll visit another day then. Take
care of your health first. If Mr. Moore were still here, he definitely wouldn''t want to see you in this state
of self-destruction.”
After he finished speaking, he waved at the twowyers. Then, they quickly exited the room.
Even after they left, ire noticed that Avery was still staring nkly at the sky outside the window, still
as a statue. Hershes flickered at that, and she helped Avery lie on the sick bed. She gently said,
“Ery, if you''re tired, why don''t you take a nap?”
Averyy stiffly on the bed, feeling utterly exhausted.
The moment she closed her eyes, Cayden''s wless face surfaced in her mind.
He simply stood there in the darkness, smiling at her.
The man had apathetic eyes, yet when he looked at her, his gaze was warm like the sun.
After being discharged from the hospital, Avery went back to the mansion to pack some clean clothes.
She had decided to stay at the Lambert residence for the next few days.
As soon as she returned to the bedroom, she saw Cayden''s pajamas, neatly folded at the head of the
bed. They were the ones he had worn the night before he left for Mocset.
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She slowly walked over, cradled his pajamas in her arms, and kissed them.
Within the pajamas, she could almost smell his familiar scent and feel the traces of his body heat.
Her gaze fell once again on the vine creeping up by the window. It was Mandevixa, an ornamental
nt Cayden nted for her simply because she once mentioned her love for flowers and her delight
in witnessing their bloom throughout the four seasons. Back then, she had mentioned her fondness for
the sight of vines climbing up the window, bursting with buds.
And so, he nted the Mandevixa for her, even refusing to let the household gardener or
housekeeper intervene in the gardening. He had wanted to do it himself.
Now, the vine had grown as thick as a wrist, its dense leaves resembling a green curtain. Supporting
the passionately blooming flowers of red and white, it appeared so full of life and vitality.
The flowers were still there, but the man who nted them was no longer anywhere to be found.
Enduring the tightening of her throat, Avery walked into the bathroom.
His toiletries, cup, toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, and everything else that belonged to him, were all still
neatly arranged in their spots, clean and orderly.
Cayden was a man with a penchant for cleanliness—he was a little bit of a clean freak. Everything he
owned was arranged so neatly, while hers was slightly messy and nonchntly ced around. Every
time he saw her things lying around, he would always help her tidy them up again.
Avery nced at their matching cups and was lost in thought for a long while before she began to wash
her face with cold water.
She hadn''t washed her face for several days. In the hospital, it was either the nursing staff or ire
who would help her freshen up with a damp towel.
Moreover, she couldn''t eat much, so she now felt extremely weak all over.
Avery took a quick hot shower.
While she was bathing, the water was a bit too hot and was scalding to the touch. Her tears began to
flow, and it became impossible to distinguish whether it was the water washing over her or her own
tears.
After taking a bath, Avery, with her hair still dripping wet, returned to the dressing room to change her
clothes.
She stood in the icy room all by herself, drying her long hair with the hairdryer.
Back in the day, whenever they were at home, Cayden had the special duty of blow-drying her hair.
After blow-drying her hair, Avery opened her wardrobe. The closet that took up the entire wall was filled
with her clothes. The autumn attires alone were already filling up the space of the wardrobe. All of them
were pre-ordered for her by Cayden, designed by renowned designers. Many of them were the only
pieces in the world.
With him around, she never had to worry about clothes.
His wardrobe was pitifully sparse, not even amounting to a tenth of hers. Compared to her collection of
clothes, his was truly meager.
She chose a pure white, loose-waisted jumpsuit for autumn. The front design was conservative, while
the back featured a deep V buttoned design. The first time Avery tried on the dress, she saw a sh of
astonishment in the man''s eyes. He personally buttoned it up for her, one button at a time.
Back then, he had cheekily taken advantage of the situation, reaching around from behind her and
boldly copping a feel, leaving her both embarrassed and annoyed.
Avery slipped into her autumn dress, trying to fasten the buttons at the back.
Unfortunately, her pregnant form proved to be quite the obstacle, rendering her attempts futile as she
struggled to reach the buttons at her back. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed impossible to
achieve.
For a moment, Avery felt the slender, warm touch of Cayden''s hand gently brushing across her back,
just like it had countless times before.
His maic and alluring voice, filled with a hint of seduction, seemed to linger in her ears
Avery couldn''t help but murmur to herself, “Cayden, when will you be back? Please button this up for
me...”
Yet, the silence in the room cruelly reminded her that her beloved Cayden was no longer there.
Avery''s heart, already heavy with grief, began to ache intensely once more. Overwhelmed by emotions,
she couldn''t hold back the soft whimpers that escaped her lips—a poignant expression of her longing
and exhaustion.
Cayden. Cayden, I really miss you. Pleasee home to me.
Before heading to the Lambert residence, Avery nced at herself in the mirror. She looked as pale as
a ghost, her eyes hollow and lifeless. In order to appear less haggard, she applied a touch of makeup,
giving her cheeks a hint of color. Herplexion seemed somewhat rosier, giving the impression of
renewed vitality. It was only then did she step out.
The Lambert family''s driver came to pick her up, and the two of them remained silent throughout the
journey.
The entire Lambert family was present at the Lambert residence, including George, Fiona, William,
ire, and Nicole. There were also two young individuals who appeared to be around the same age as
Avery.
The moment Williamid eyes on Avery, a hint of heartache swept across his usually stern gaze. The
excitement he felt was so intense, he couldn''t hide it from his face.
That''s my daughter—my own flesh and blood with ire!