Chapter 533 I Don''t Think So


    "So that''s what you really think. Since she was so good, why did you betray her and choose to be with


    me in the first ce? Maybe the truth is you didn''t love her as much as you think," Yakira sneered in


    self-mockery. In Leo''s heart, she couldn''t hold a candle to Grace? But at least for all these years, it was


    her that was with him, not Grace.


    "Yakira, you''re asking for trouble. I would have never cast a second nce at you if you hadn''t seduced


    me," Leo answered coldly. Betraying Grace was a wound that he never wanted to reopen. Maybe it


    was just like what Yakira had said -- he didn''t love Grace as much as he thought, or he wouldn''t have


    fallen for Yakira''s trickery and betrayed Grace.


    "You..." She loved, but was not loved -- that was the sharpest pain for any woman and that''s the story


    of Yakira. As heart-broken as Yakira was, Leo added even crueler words. Now her heart was torn into


    pieces.


    "Dad, how can you say that? No matter what she did in the past, she''s loved you with all her heart and


    soul for all these years." Mary held Yakira tightly, her eyes full of ill will for Leo.


    "With all her heart and soul? I don''t think so," Leo sneered. He threw a re at Yakira, then walked out


    of the room resolutely as if he could leave Yakira forever without the slightest bit of regret. There was


    no affection left between them in that moment.


    "Mom, are you okay?" Mary asked with a caring tone after she carried Yakira to the bedside. Now she


    knew that her own ce in the family was threatened, as well as that of her mother.


    "I''m alright. Just leave me alone. I need some time to myself," Yakira answered. She looked so weak


    and fragile, like a fallen leaf waiting to be swept away with a gust of wind.


    The night was tranquil, but in that house their thoughts were stormy. All of them felt they''d been through


    a lot, and their thoughts were still roiling in their heads. Everything looked gloomy and chaotic, and the


    proverbial light at the end of the tunnel could not be seen.


    As the morning sunshine prated the dark night, people woke up from their dreams. Daisy opened


    her beautiful eyes, her long eyshes pping. After a long while, her eyes finally adapted to the bright


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    sunlight. Today being a weekend, she sleptte.


    She stretched her limbs and turned around, hopeful of seeing Edward sound asleep, yet nothing. The


    fact that Edward was not by her side quite surprised her. She wondered when Edward got up and why


    she didn''t notice. Were her senses less sharp now? Or did it show that Edward was even more agile


    than her senses could detect, that he could sneak out without her notice?


    Her brows knitted, Daisy felt a sinking feeling, waking up and not seeing Edward around for the first


    time. She was used to opening up her eyes and looking at Edward sleeping like a log; she was used to


    his kiss in the morning. Now without his hug and kiss, she felt quite lost, even miserable.


    Yes, miserable. When that word sprang up in Daisy''s mind, she suddenly realized how much she was


    attached to Edward. Since when had she be so glued to Edward that even for one morning


    without him, she began to feel her life was iplete. Was such strong affection a manifestation of her


    love for Edward or she was just being too sentimental?


    "Mom, you''re up?" Justin trotted over the moment Daisy emerged from the stairway, his face glowing


    with happiness. He was so happy that Daisy didn''t need to go to the army base and could y with him


    today.


    "Hey, my boy. Did your dad go out?" Daisy bent down and held him up. She nced around, but found


    no one in the house, not even the maids. That abnormality confused her even more.


    "No, dad is racing with grandpa in the garden. Neither of them is willing to give up, and everyone in the


    house is watching the race. I wouldn''t have seen you if I hadn''te in for water." Justin reported what


    he knew excitedly, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.


    "What? Running in the garden with grandpa? Doesn''t your dad usually go to the gym for exercise?


    Why would he suddenly work out at home?" Daisy asked confusedly, then she picked up Justin and


    walked out into the garden.


    "I don''t know either. It seemed that at first grandpa challenged dad''s physical strength, then dad started


    a race with grandpa to prove that he''s stronger," Justin answered while he fiddled with Daisy''s


    cascading hair. asionally, he sniffed the hair and found out that it smelled of jasmine, the aroma


    dad liked.


    "Isn''t your dad in rehab? Would such strenuous activity hurt him?" Daisy wondered. But next minute


    when she saw Edward and his father, she realized she shouldn''t have worried that much, because it


    looked more like they were strolling than running.


    "I''m not sure. Wow, I just went in to drink some water, and now they slow down again." Justin pouted


    his lips and nced around, his eyes wide open.


    "Are you sure they are running, not walking?" Daisy put Justin down. Lips curled, she looked


    thoughtfully at them. They walked while staring at each other, chests heaving. Somehow this scene


    touched her.


    "At first they were running. But now two hourster they are too tired to keep going and too stubborn to


    give in. They wouldn''t stop no matter how hard grandma have tried to persuade them," Justin replied


    with a bright smile. He felt his father and grandfather were even more childlike than him.


    "What? They''ve been running for two hours? Is your daddy okay?" Daisy looked worriedly at Edward.


    He was sweating heavily. That made her even more nervous. Should Edward run for such a long time?


    After all, he hadn''tpletely recovered yet.


    "Don''t worry. He knows when to stop. Let''s just wait and see how long they can hang on. I''ve called


    Tom and he said a little exercise won''t hurt anything," Cynthia said in a soft tone the moment Daisy


    came to the garden. She looked at Daisy affectionately.


    "I know. I just don''t want him to hurt himself. By the way, why are they suddenlypeting against


    each other?" Daisy sat down, but never shifted her eyes from Edward.


    "Huh. That''s what confuses me as well. But it''s better than the time when they gave each other the cold


    shoulder, isn''t it?" Cynthia answered and sipped the coffee. It was her utmost wish to see the whole


    family live harmoniously and happily. She would consider it an improvement as long as they talked to


    each other. She wouldn''t mind thempeting with each other, because at least they would talk.


    "Sounds fair. But should they continue? They seem too tired to even walk." Daisy was never able to


    just stand by when Edward was suffering. She loved him too much.


    "They will stop. Rest assured. It''s just a matter of time. Let''s see who quits first." Cynthia wasn''t worried


    about them walking now. After all, she had seen them sprinting.


    "Mrs. Mu, I fetched your breakfast for you." Mrs. Wu was always the most considerate. The minute she


    saw Daisy, she had already went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for her. Since all the other


    people, except Daisy, had eaten breakfast, preparation didn''t take a lot of time.


    "Thank you, Mrs. Wu. I''m the only one who hasn''t had breakfast yet?" Daisy asked and blushed for


    being thest one getting up.


    "Yes. Mr. Mu told us not to wake you up so that you could sleepte on the weekend. The breakfast is


    also prepared ording to Mr. Mu''s specifications. If you don''t like it, I will make you something else."


    Mrs. Wuid out the breakfast dishes one by one. They are all light food, perfect choices on such a


    day.


    "They''re all good. Cynthia, do you want some?" Daisy asked. She was a bit embarrassed to dine alone


    while the others all sat or stood aside.


    "No, I''m good. You should eat them now. Or they won''t taste so good when they get cold." Cynthia


    looked at Daisy''s outfit. She looked more approachable without the military uniform.


    "So do you give up?" Jonathan looked at Edward beside him and asked provocatively. No matter how


    young he looked, he had aged after all. That was why he sounded breathless now.


    "Why would I quit? You''re still in the game. Of course I won''t give up," Edward said, his teeth grinding


    bitterly. He would have already defeated Jonathan if he had beenpletely recovered. But he was


    still injured. So now they were stuck in this stalemate. Hares may pull dead lions by the beard.


    "Son, wouldn''t it be too much for your recovering body?" Jonathan asked whileining deep


    down, ''why can''t he just think of me and give up? I''m not young anymore. There are so many people


    around. He could just quit to save my face. If I were younger, I would be running far ahead of him and


    win the race. This way we wouldn''t be stuck in such a dilemma.''


    "Don''t worry about me. I''m okay. Just tell me, you give up or do we keep racing?" Edward frowned and


    cast a look at Daisy. She was being inconsiderate. He could barely walk anymore, let alone run. But


    Daisy just sat there and ate her breakfast. Was she enjoying watching him making a fool of himself?


    "Huh. Indeed, like father, like son. But being stubborn is no good thing. Alright, I will be the big man and


    quit first, just to save your face. After all, I''m your father. So I give in," Jonathan said, presenting himself


    as a fine gentleman. But the truth was that he couldn''t hold on any more. He was almost dehydrated.


    He needed water. You could hear it in his voice, along with thebored breathing. After all, sweat came


    from the water in his body. For the past two hours, he didn''t even drink a little bit of water. His mouth


    was already parched.