It was an hour before the appointed time.
Lucinda decided to drive back to Bay Villa first.
On the second floor, Abel was bandaging Nathanielâs waist.
There were blood stains on the gauze.
Lucinda walked over and sat down.
âWhat happened? Didnât the wound heal? How did it pop open again?â
Nathaniel smiled.
âToday is a special day, so I wanted to cook more dishes, but I accidentally hurt myself in the kitchen.
â
A special day?
She didnât think he was referring to Brinleighâs birthday.
What else might make the day special?
âHave you forgotten?â Nathaniel asked.
âSix years ago, Grandpa adopted you and brought you back home with him.
It was the first, no, the second time we met.
â
Lucinda was surprised.
She had forgotten.
How could Nathaniel remember?
Nathaniel read her thoughts, âSince I realized how much I like and care about you, Iâve remembered a lot of things about you, about us.
â
Lucinda didnât respond and kept her expression neutral.
Once the bandage was fixed in place, Nathaniel took a couple of steps toward her.
He looked expectant.
âLucinda, I wanted to celebrate this anniversary with you.
Iâve made mistakes, and itâs time I made up for them.
Iâve cooked a lot of dishes.
Would you like to have dinner with me?â
Lucinda frowned.
âNo.
â
Nathaniel was shocked by Lucindaâs response.
He honestly hadnât expected her to refuse so decisively.
Lucinda said, âThose years were the darkest times of my life.
Logan had helped me a lot, but he didnât really trust me that much.
Amanda accused me of stealing her jewelries, and Enoch helped her.
Logan knew this, but he didnât say a word for me, talkless of lifting a finger.
Itâs not like I hate him because of this, but get this-I will never celebrate the day he brought me home.
â