Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 204 - - deeply guilty

Although he had expected she might refuse, a small part of him still held onto hope, especially since he brought Olive into it. He thought she would likely agree. But to his surprise, she rejected him without a second thought. He stood there awkwardly, unable to say a word.

Seeing that he hadn't said anything for a while, Cynthia looked up and saw him standing there, looking embarrassed. She quickly gave a distant smile.

"If Mr. Wilson finds it inconvenient, I can ask Rannie and the others to take care of it."

She had completely forgotten that he was a busy man with a pile of work to handle, countless social events to attend, and probably a whole lineup of wealthy young women, models, and celebrities waiting for him to date.

Albert was once again upset by her cold words. He turned his head away, irritated, and muttered,

"She's my daughter. No matter how busy I am, I'll make time for her!"

Cynthia could clearly hear the sarcasm in his words, but she ignored him, lowering her eyes to continue eating. No matter how busy he was, he could spend time with his daughter. But as much as she wanted to be with Olive, this afternoon, she had to see someone—Maureen.

It had been several days since Maureen returned from Australia, and she still hadn't found the time to visit. If she didn't go now, once work officially started on Monday, she would have even less time. Over the years, she had only kept in touch with Maureen by phone, never once visiting her in person.

It wasn't that she didn't want to go; it was that she didn't have the courage. Even though Wendy had told her that Maureen had regained consciousness last year and was now slowly recovering, Cynthia still couldn't summon the courage to visit.

The painful memories of that time, those wounds that still hurt every time she thought about them, were something she never wanted to touch again for the rest of her life.

Olive pouted and protested from the side.

"Mommy, where are you going? I want to go too!"

Cynthia put down her bowl and leaned in front of Olive with a somewhat mischievous smile.

"Mommy is going to the hospital. Do you want to come?"

Olive immediately widened her eyes in fear and shrank back.

"Then I'm not going..."

Cynthia knew as soon as she mentioned the hospital, the little one would be scared. She gently rubbed Olive's little head and spoke softly.

"Then you'll stay with Uncle this afternoon—"

She suddenly realized the way she referred to him was wrong and froze. Olive blinked her big eyes, confused, looking at her. She could feel the man behind her turning to look as well. It felt like something was stuck in her throat, something she couldn't swallow or spit out.

She opened her mouth, and it took a lot of effort for her to finally say the two words.

"...With... Daddy... to play, okay?"

"Okay..."

Olive reluctantly agreed. She really wanted to be with Mommy, but when Mommy mentioned the hospital, she got scared. Every time she heard the word "hospital," she thought of needles, which terrified her.

When Albert heard she was going to the hospital, his expression immediately grew serious. Even without her saying, he knew who she was going to see. Four years ago, amidst all the misunderstandings, this was the thing she resented him most. She had even gone as far as using a knife... and wounded him.

Cynthia could tell he was uncomfortable. Her gaze toward him grew colder, with a hint of mockery. After finishing the meal, she began to gather her things, preparing to leave. Olive followed her, turning around in circles behind her. Albert leaned casually against the doorframe and spoke.

"Let me take you."

She looked back at him indifferently, her bag in hand.

"It's fine, Mr. Wilson. I have my own car."

Bonnie had arranged a car for her, a domestic car, jet black in color, a simple style, understated and unassuming—just like her personality. She really liked it.

After giving Olive a big kiss and reminding her about not sneaking chocolates or sweets, and not crying unnecessarily, Cynthia turned and left without a second glance at the man's frustrated and pained expression.

By the time Cynthia arrived at the hospital, it was a beautiful afternoon, with the sun shining brightly. From the nurse, she learned that Wendy was pushing Maureen outside for some sun and rehabilitation exercises.

Following the quiet path the nurse had pointed out, Cynthia saw, from a distance, a thin man supporting a woman whose movements were very slow as she took one step at a time. The woman's whole body looked stiff, yet she was still forcing herself to continue the exercises.

As a doctor herself, Cynthia knew how much pain it must take to do those rehab movements, feeling like muscles were being torn apart. Wendy was supporting Maureen, wiping tears from her eyes in sympathy, while Maureen's tears weren't any fewer. Still, she gritted her teeth and kept going.

Perhaps it was her devoted husband and their cute, lively son who were her only sources of strength and motivation to keep going.

Cynthia stood there at a distance, watching this heartbreaking scene, unable to stop the tears from flowing. Four years ago, Wendy had been slightly chubby, but now, in her middle age and after years of business dealings, she looked unrecognizable, thin and worn.

Maureen's long hair had been cut short. Her face, however, still retained its gentle beauty, but her expression and eyes had become slower, making her look even more pitiful.

Once Maureen finished her rehabilitation routine, Wendy immediately helped her into a wheelchair to rest. Wendy looked up and, upon seeing Cynthia standing not far away, whispered something into Maureen's ear before pushing her wheelchair over.

"Cynthia, when did you come back?" Wendy asked, surprised.

They had known she was still alive, but they hadn't expected her to return so suddenly. After all, in the four years, she had never shown up, only calling him a few times to inquire about Maureen's condition.

"sis—"

Maureen struggled to speak those two words. Even though Cynthia knew Maureen was no longer part of the Lancaster family, hearing her call her that made Cynthia's heart ache even more.

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"Maureen—"

Cynthia squatted down, holding Maureen's hand, sobbing uncontrollably.

During those years in Australia, no amount of hardship had ever made her cry uncontrollably like this. She was someone who had learned to endure life, and unless it was an unbearable pain, she never liked to shed tears.

But at this moment, facing Maureen in this condition, she lost control. The tears she had been holding back suddenly burst forth like a flood that couldn't be stopped. She didn't know whether to feel happy that Maureen had finally woken up or to hate the car accident from four years ago.

"Don't... cry, why... are... you here—"

Maureen spoke each word with great effort, taking a breath in between. Cynthia's tears flowed even more freely. She wiped her eyes in a rush, trying to put on a happy face as she looked at Maureen.

"Maureen, I'm not leaving. I'll come to see you often from now on!"

After Maureen's accident, her brain had been damaged, and the doctors had diagnosed that she might become a vegetable. After that, Cynthia's life fell apart with Albert, and she had no time to focus on her own matters, let alone Maureen's condition.

Later, once she had settled in Australia, she began to inquire about Maureen's condition. She learned that Maureen had undergone surgery and treatment, and a year ago, she had fully woken up, though her bodily functions were still delayed, and she had a long and difficult rehabilitation ahead of her.

When Cynthia received the news, her heart was filled with joy, and it felt like the weight of the guilt she had carried for so many years had lightened a little.

Yes, over the years, she felt as if she was carrying many sins—sins for that cruel man, for the Laurence, Danny, and Lancaster families, and for all the people he had hurt. She felt deeply guilty for them all.

It seemed that with Maureen's awakening, his guilt would lessen, and hers would too.

But Cynthia, even with such hatred toward him, why were you still willing to take his sins onto yourself? What does this mean? Don't you see it yet?

Maureen's eyes also shimmered with tears. Her lips moved with great difficulty, and she whispered, "Really... good..."

After waking up, she had also heard about Cynthia's situation. Even though she couldn't move at that time, she had still lain there alone, crying for a long while.