Chapter 823
Half an hour later, Sheena and Elliot arrived at the Lawson estate in Mountville.
Noah and Howard had not arrived yet, and Barbara was pacing anxiously by the door, seemingly waiting for them.
Barbara hurried over as soon as she spotted them getting out of the car.
“Sheena, you’re finally back.”
Noticing Barbara’s red eyes, Sheena calmed her emotions and asked, “How’s Dad doing?”
Barbara shook her head. “The situation is dire. The doctors say he may only have a couple of days left, but we’ll have to wait for Noah to come back before we know more.”
“Alright.”
The group quickly entered the mansion.
Albert’s bedroom door was open, and a man was sitting by his bedside.
Sheena had not seen Corey in about a week. Seeing him now, he looked different.
He had lost a lot of weight, his skin was rougher, and he had a bit of stubble, giving him a more rugged and mature appearance.
In just a few days, he seemed to have aged ten years.
Sheena did not know what Corey had been through recently, nor did she care to know.
“Please leave. I want to have a conversation with Dad alone, and I don’t want to see you,” Sheena said
to him, her tone cold and devoid of emotion, as if she were speaking to a stranger.
Corey hung his head and got up to leave without a word.
Despite his efforts to appear unaffected, Sheena noticed as he passed by her that he could not walk smoothly.
Was something up with his knees?
With this thought in mind, she stopped Corey.
“Have you been kneeling and reading scriptures in the altar room all these days?”
Corey froze for a moment, opened his mouth to explain but could not bring himself to speak.
In the end, he said nothing and left the room.
Barbara explained softly, “Sheena, his throat is hoarse, and he hasn’t been able to speak for several days. Lately, he’s been copying scriptures by hand, sometimes skipping meals, spending the whole day at it.”
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Sheena listened quietly, remaining silent for a long time without saying a word.
Barbara saw the coldness in Sheena’s expression and sighed.
“I’ll go wait for Noah and Howard at the door. Please stay with Dad for a while.”
“Okay,” Sheena replied.
Once Barbara had left, Sheena sat by Albert’s bedside, picking up his wrinkled hand and gently placing it on her face, softly caressing it.
“Eli, could you step out too? I’d like to have a private conversation with Dad,” Sheena requested.
Elliot understood and nodded, leaving the room and closing the bedroom door behind him.
After leaving the bedroom, Elliot went to find Corey.
Corey held onto the railing and walked down the stairs.
Out of Sheena’s sight, he no longer concealed his struggle, each step difficult and slow.
The floor of the altar room was cold and hard, and sometimes Corey knelt there for the entire day. His knees could not bear it and became severely swollen.
Yesterday, the doctor visited and warned him about the possibility of developing rheumatism in his legs due to prolonged kneeling.
Observing silently from the staircase, Elliot noticed Corey’s exhaustion as he descended just one flight of stairs, his forehead glistening with sweat.
Taking a deep breath, preparing to continue down to the ground floor, Elliot gently grasped Corey’s arm from behind.
“Why didn’t you choose to tell Nana about all you’ve done for redemption?”
Corey turned around, locking eyes with Elliot.
Would telling her even make a difference?
He knew Sheena’s character too well.
Even if he were too sick to get up, she would still see it as a ploy if it came from his mouth.
He withdrew his gaze, releasing Elliot’s hand, and continued down the stairs.
Elliot did not stop him but unexpectedly remarked, “Even though Sheila did many things, Corey, you’re the one who hurt her the most. What you owe her is a sincere apology, but you don’t even know how to apologize.”
