Chapter 1437


    Garrett, d in a crisp white shirt, stood outside the door, the embodiment of a breath of fresh spring


    air. Such a stark contrast to the man who had once been bound to a wheelchair, he now stood tall with


    an air of nobility that seemed unparalleled.


    Eleanor’s gentle gaze drifted from his serene face down to his legs. Witnessing those once Immobile


    limbs now standing firm. and moving with steady steps into the delivery room, the guilt that had been


    gnawing at her heart began to dissipate.


    Garrett had finally regained his strength; no longer confined to a wheelchair, he could now live a life as


    fulfilled as anyone else’s. Eleanor, who had longed for his recovery, couldn’t help but smile with relief.


    Yet in the presence of Bernard, she restrained herself from looking too long at Garrett, merely nodding


    slightly in his direction before shifting her gaze away.


    Garrett’s eyes, too, dared not linger on Eleanor. ‘Out of sight, out of mind, as the saying goes. Some


    missed connections, if they cannot be let go, must be suppressed deep within the heart.


    After all, she was now another man’s wife and soon to be a mother. Despite being tormented by a


    myriad of nightmares, Garrett understood the importance of self-restraint.


    Following Sigrid to Hailey’s side, Eleanor stood up to make space, cradling the baby. Bernard, sitting


    on the couch, caught a glimpse of the two passing by without a backward nce. His eyelids fell, and


    when he looked up again, his gaze wasced with indifference.


    Because Eleanor hade to sit beside him, tugging at his sleeve to show him how adorable the


    sleeping baby was. At that moment, Eleanor had eyes for nothing but the babies, seemingly unaffected


    by Garrett’s presence.


    Bernard peered into the eyes that reflected his own image and, uncharacteristically, his lips curled into


    a half-smile as he reached out and gently touched the baby’s tiny mouth.


    Feeling the softness of the infant, the icy mask in Bernard’s eyes began to melt away. Eleanor’s soft


    voice then whispered, “Isn’t he cute?”


    With a slight arch of his brows, Bernard responded, “Ugly cute.”


    Eleanor yfully red at him. “If you say someone else’s child is ugly, your own child will turn out the


    same.”


    Bernard scoffed with an air of arrogance. “Our child, ugly? Impossible.”


    Their whispers, though soft, were clear as day to Garrett. Eleanor’s current happiness was palpable,


    even without looking, he could feel it.


    Suppressing the turmoil within him, Garrett congratted Hailey with a smile. “Hailey, you’ve be a


    mother. As your brother, I don’t know what to say except congrattions.”


    Hailey returned the smile graciously. “Your congrattions are more than enough. What more needs to


    be said? We’re siblings for life.”


    Nodding warmly, Garrett’s gaze fell to the baby girl in Hailey’s arms. “May I hold her?”


    “Of course.”


    Hailey handed the baby to Garrett, and as he felt the little bundle’s softness, the emotions he’d kept at


    bay began to fade. Turning around, Garrett caught a glimpse of Eleanor holding the baby boy. She was


    looking down, not at him, yet he couldn’t help but remember something Eleanor had once said.N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    She had dreamed aloud, “Garrett, when we’re married, we’ll have twins-a boy and a girl. You’ll carry


    our daughter, and I’ll carry our son. As we grow old, we’ll watch them grow up together. How does that


    sound?”


    The baby in his arms stirred, pulling Garrett back from his reverie just in time to avoid Bernard’s cool,


    distant gaze. He quickly looked away, as if caught in a guilty act.


    For a moment, living out that old promise was enough, even if they were each holding someone else’s


    child…


    Garrettposed himself, held the child a bit longer, asked for the babies’ names, and after a short


    chat, he had his people deliver an array of nourishing gifts before he took his leave.


    Once Garrett had left, Eleanor nced at him, a silent question in her eyes. She wondered whether her


    deliberate distance was right or wrong, given his ongoing battle with severe depression.


    As she searched for answers, Sigrid offered one, “Garrett’s legs may have healed, but his depression


    is still serious. At one point, the pain from his treatment nearly drove him to suicide, but he said…”


    To spare Eleanor any guilt, Sigrid cut herself off, adding only, “Don’t worry, he’ll keep living.”


    Eleanor looked at Sigrid for a few seconds before nodding gently, “Please, help him.”


    “It’s no trouble,” Sigrid replied, then looked at Eleanor thoughtfully. “If I say that after spending time with


    him, I think Garrett is a good man, would you find that strange?”


    As Sigrid spoke, Chase McCall, who hade to offer his congrattions, reached the doorway of the


    delivery room. He heard her words loud and clear.


    In that sudden moment, hope escaped from his eyes, leaving them empty.