Chapter 898
He raised his hand and gently stroked Jennifer’s head, his face softening with a gentle smile. “I
would never cut off his hand. I am not a bad person. I just want you to understand that even if both
of you are handcuffed together, it’s actually quite simple to separate you if needed.”
“Daddy, are you really not going to cut Felix’s hand?” Jennifer blinked her eyes.
“No,” Jonathan replied with a fatherly warmth, gazing affectionately at his daughter. It seemed that
having a daughter who resembled Rosalie was helping him heal the regrets of not knowing Rosalie
when she was younger. “Jen, just know that if you truly like Felix, you can tell me. You don’t need to
resort to such methods.” “If I tell you, can you make sure Felix doesn’t leave?”
“As long as it’s a reasonable request, I’ll agree,” Jonathan responded in a gentle tone. His smile
softened. “You’re my daughter, and I want the best for you. As for Felix, if you truly like him, he can
stay.”
Jonathan stated nonchntly, and Jennifer’s face lit up with a smile. She leaned in and
affectionately kissed her father’s cheek. “Daddy, you’re really kind.”
“I hope to make your wishese true,” Jonathan said tenderly as he caressed his daughter’s little
head. Then, he added, “It’s gettingte. You should go to sleep. I’ll stay with you and tell you a
bedtime story.” “Okay,” Jennifer answered.
Jonathan picked up the fairy tale book Jennifer had been reading earlier and began to tell a story.
Before long, Jennifer had drifted off to sleep.
Jonathan watched his daughter sleep, his face filled with tenderness. However, as his gaze shifted
to the slumbering figure of Felix beside her, his eyes turned icy, devoid of any tenderness.
Jonathan stood up, turned off the light, and left the room.
Inside the bedroom, darkness shrouded everything, and only a slender sliver of moonlight filtered
through the window, casting a faint glow.
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Felix, who had initially closed his eyes, now had them open. His little face was pallid, and his body
tense. He hadn’t really been asleep; he had been awake the whole time. He had a nagging feeling
that Jonathan’s words weren’t meant for Jennifer. They were meant for him.
He recalled seeing Jonathan on TV before. Yvette had once pointed at Jonathan and said, “Felix,
do you know who he is? His name is Jonathan Youngblood, and he’s the most formidable man in
Strico, the most merciless executioner. If he decides to target someone, he never shows mercy, like
a demon…”
Yvette had spoken those words with a face contorted by fear and dread, emotions he could
understand.
Felix had only seen demons in TV shows and movies, terrifying creatures that tore people apart,
their mouths dripping with blood.
“Is Jen’s dad… Is Jonathan a demon? If Jen hadn’t confessed that she likes me, would he have
really cut off my hand?” Felix pondered.
Although Felix had always been aposed child, he was only 5 years old and couldn’t help but
feel fear. His body trembled uncontrobly.
Yet, when he gazed down at his own hand, a thought crossed his mind. “If I lost this hand, would I
be unable to y the piano in the future?” he thought.
ying the piano wasn’t something he particrly loved; he had simply picked it up naturally. His
teacher had identified him as a piano prodigy but pointed out hisck of emotional expression,
ying more like a machine.
He had never considered what it would be like if he couldn’t y the piano in the future. However,
now he was starting to feel a reluctance.
“IfI couldn’t y the piano, would Jen… stop liking me?” he wondered.
He still wanted to y the piano for her.
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Meanwhile, the Youngblood family had kept the news blocked, and Lillian remained unaware that
Rosalie had found the child, let alone that the child had been kidnapped, and Rosalie had almost
lost her life.
Lillian tried to call Rosalie, but couldn’t get through. In her desperation, she dialed Jonathan’s
number, and that’s when she learned about everything.
Consequently, Lillian hastily took a leave from work and rushed to the hospital where Rosalie was
staying. “Rosalie, your hand…” As soon as she saw Rosalie’s bandaged hand, Lillian’s breath
immediately hitched.
And when she discovered that Rosalie’s hand would require surgery in a few days, with a low
chance of sess, Lillian sharply inhaled in shock.
“What if… the surgery fails…”
“It would mean I won’t be able to use these hands for anything anymore. However, even if my
hands are no longer functional, I still have my mouth and feet, and there are plenty of voice-
controlled functions avable nowadays. Even without hands, I can still do many things,” Rosalie
replied with a casual smile. “Don’t worry so much. It’s not as bad as you think.”
“Not… as bad?” Lillian murmured quietly.
Yet, Lillian realized that Rosalie needed reassurance more than excessive worrying at this moment.
So she smiled and said, “The surgery will definitely seed! I believe that once the surgery is
sessful, we’ll drink, y games, sing karaoke, and have a great time!”
“Okay!” Rosalie responded with a smile.
“Wait… Let’s skip the drinking.” Lillian suddenly remembered the incident where she had drunk and
ended up in bed with Callum. She quickly changed her statement. “Let’s just y games and sing
karaoke. Alcohol isn’t a good idea. We should drink less.”
Rosalie chuckled. “What, are you afraid of getting drunk?”
Lillian gave a dryugh and swiftly changed the subject. “By the way, when I called Jonathan earlier,
he mentioned that the child named Zeki is the one you lost. I-It’s quite a coincidence!”
“Yes, it’s quite a coincidence.” Rosalie marveled at the mysterious workings of fate. She hadn’t
expected that the child she had helped in the past would turn out to be her own son.
“But is the child open to bonding with you and Jonathan now? He doesn’t seem very people-
friendly,” Lillian asked.
Rosalie shook her head. “Not yet, but I believe that one day, he’lle around.”
Lillian was about to respond when a sudden wave of nausea washed over her. She hurriedly got up,
dashed to the bathroom in the ward, and began retching over the sink.
Rosalie, lying in her hospital bed, could only hear the sounds of vomiting from the bathroom.
After a while, Lillian emerged from the bathroom, looking somewhat pale and sounding tired. “I’m
sorry, I’ve
been feeling unwell these past few days. I can’t eat much, and I keep throwing up. I’ll get some
gastric medicer.”