Chapter 481 Finally, Lennon let go of Marielaâs hand.
Lennonâs eyes were pitch black, like a bottomless abyss, emotions churning within, layer upon layer, radiating pain.
Mariela didnât look into Lennonâs eyes.
She didnât say anything more.
Lennon released her hand, and she fled as if granted amnesty.
In the cold wind.
He stood like a statue, unmoving.
Lennonâs eyes lowered, a single tear silently slipping from beneath his distinct lashes.
Soundless.
Unnoticed.
Menu In the early spring, with grass growing and birds singing, everything was coming back to life. Buds sprouted on roadside branches, flowers in the garden bloomed in competition, and gentle winds and light rain nourished the earth. Everything was thriving.
But in Lennonâs world, it was all lifeless, desolate, and in ruins, only black and white.
Upon learning of Angelicaâs mental issues, Lennon immediately contacted the most professional psychiatrists globally, even flying overnight to personally invite them.
When Deandre found out, he just coldly curled his lips.
The doctor, having just adjusted to the time zone upon arriving in New York, went straight to treat Angelica.
When Lennon brought the doctor to Loganâs villa, Haleigh politely and distantly said, âThank you,â while Deandre remained his usual self, unwelcoming toward Lennon.
The doctor was very professional and experienced.
After the initial diagnosis, she quickly proposed a treatment plan and even offered to stay at Loganâs villa to be with Angelica day and night for her treatment.
The middleâaged, blonde, blueâeyed doctor said in English, âFor children, a familiar environment and familiar people aid in treatment. So, I donât recommend sending the child to a hospital or nursery. Staying home for treatment is best. If convenient, I can stay here to treat her.â
Deandre replied fluently in English,âOf course, itâs convenient. Please stay.
Thank you, doctor.â
The doctor nodded and smiled. âYouâre welcome. We doctors also hope the child recovers quickly.â
(Seeing everything settled, Lennon said, âThen Iâll take my leave.â
Deandreâs attitude remained icy as if he hadnât heard, not even glancing at him.
Haleigh, however, responded, âAlright, take care.â
Lennon looked at Mariela.
Full of love.
But Mariela lowered her gaze, avoiding his sight.
Lennonâs heart ached. He withdrew his gaze and turned to walk out the door.
Mariela only looked up after the man had turned away.
The manâs back was filled with loneliness and desolation.
Marielaâs breath caught.
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< Chapter 481 She felt her eyes were sour and she wanted to cry.