Chapter 226
Alex’s physique was nothing short of impressive, the sort that even a professional fitness trainer might envy. His only flaw was the patchwork of scars, large and small, that crisscrossed his back. Though they were old, they remained stark against his skin.
Around his neck, he wore a simple red cord, from which dangled a small wooden charm, polished to a shine through years of wear. Such charms were typically worn for protection by children under the age of ten, yet Alex clung to his as if it held some deeper significance. The red of the cord had faded, but it was clean and well–kept.
After a long shower, Alex emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a black silk robe that hinted at the sculpted abs beneath.
He let his damp hair air dry as he settled down at his desk, ready to draw.
His childhood injuries had left him with fragmented memories, and sometimes a sudden flash of recollection would compel him to capture the fleeting images on paper.
Soon, the page was filled with a haunting scene: a frail boy sat huddled in a corner, his gaze vacant, his skin marred by numerous scars. Before him stood a little girl, bending down as if speaking to him, offering comfort to ease his pain. She was his sole beacon of hope in the darkness.
Staring at the drawing, Alex’s eyes were a well of unspoken torment, which only began to dissipate as he took the wooden charm from around his neck and rubbed it between his fingers.
The next day, Kendrick arrived at the Yeager household laden with gifts. Anthea had agreed to his request to become his god–granddaughter, but the consent of her parents was still essential – a matter of basic
respect.
Upon arrival, Kendrick discovered that Anthea came from a single–parent family, raised by a devoted mother and an uncle. “Please make yourself comfortable, Kendrick,” said Carole, welcoming him warmly.
Nanson busied himself preparing a pot of tea for their guest. Kendrick replied with a smile, “Thank you, Annie’s Mom, your home exudes warmth and comfort.”
And he meant every word. The Yeager residence was a cozy three–bedroom home, a stark contrast to the cold, sprawling estate where Kendrick lived, which lacked the warmth of a true family home.
“Here’s your tea,” Nanson offered, placing a steaming cup before Kendrick.
“Thank you,” Kendrick said, taking a sip before asking about Anthea. Carole informed him she had gone for a run and would be back soon.
After explaining the purpose of his visit, Kendrick was relieved to find that Carole and Nanson were not at all surprised, as Anthea had already shared the news with them.
Carole responded with a smile, “Kendrick, Annie never had the chance to know her grandfather. Now that you become her grandfather, we see it as a blessing for her. I couldn’t be happier.”
Kendrick felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He had been concerned that Carole might object, but her open–heartedness exceeded his expectations.
For lunch, Carole prepared a spread of homestyle dishes, and Kendrick found himself enjoying a meal that felt like home. It had been ages since he had partaken in such a comforting feast, and he found himself wishing he didn’t have to return to the Capital City for the Christmas‘ festivities, for he would have gladly
