Chapter 516 Whispers of Devotion.
Damien closed his eyes, and a teardrop trickled down from the corner of his eye.
His voice was low and quivered, “I don’t know.”
Cherise regained consciousness and immediately noticed her right hand wrapped in bandages.
“Mom!”
As Cherise awoke, the first image that flashed in Cherise’s mind was Charisa.
The haunting recollection was etched in her memory as she recalled Charisa being carried away on a stretcher, soaked in blood, just before she lost consciousness.
Mom’s health was already fragile.
Could she still endure?
“Aunt Charisa is fine.”
Zachary rose from his seat, grabbed a pillow, and skillfully positioned it behind Cherise, allowing her to relax against the headboard easily. Reflecting on the unsettling incident, he remarked, “I don’t know if Maeve hesitated at the last moment or if it was a mere sl*p of the hand.”
“She didn’t hit any of Aunt Charisa’s vital organs; Aunt Charisa barely managed to pull through.”
“Thirsty? Would you like a gla*s of water?”
“Mm.”
Cherise breathed a sigh of relief, but when she reached for Zachary’s gla*s of water, she noticed his heavily bandaged right hand and gasped.
Zachary noticed this, too.
Sensing her concern, he approached with water and gently asked, “Feeling better?”
“Mm.”
The girl nodded.
Zachary set aside the water gla*s and explained, “Although Aunt Charisa’s condition isn’t critical, her health demands ongoing hospital monitoring. It will take another day to confirm no significant complications.”
Cherise nodded.
“Can I see her then?”
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“Let’s wait until tomorrow.”
Zachary smiled rea*suringly, “Don’t worry, Bunny.”
“Trust me -Aunt Charisa is doing fine.”
“I grew up under her care. I care for her as much as you care for her.”
“If anything happened to her, I wouldn’t be sitting here idly chatting with you.”
Cherise pursed her l*ps, hesitated, and finally believed Zachary’s words.
“Where’s my father?”
“Where else could he be? He’s with Aunt Charisa.”
He chuckled lightly and poured a gla*s of water. He sighed while drinking, “Mr. Lenoir is devoted.”
“As Aunt Charisa lay unconscious, he clasped her hand, expressing his longing to be by her side in the next chapter of life.”
Zachary’s words trailed off.
Because Beckham also professed, “Ari, if you die, I will die with you.”
Zachary did not share this with Cherise.
Cherise had just recently accepted Aunt Charisa’s illness.
If she knew that Beckham was also contemplating.
Losing her newly acknowledged parents all at once would be too harsh for her.
Finally, Cherise pursed her l*ps and sighed, setting aside her worries.
After a while, she recalled something and lifted her head slightly.
She opened her mouth, intending to say something, but ultimately, no words left from her mouth.
“Do you want to ask about Damien?”
“Or do you want to ask about Maeve?”
Zachary shook his head lightly.
Her thoughts were unmistakably evident on her face; how could he remain oblivious?
Cherise pursed her l*ps and lowered her head as she muttered sheepishly, “I want to know about
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both.”
“Maeve is fine; she got a blow from me.”
“She’s already been discharged from the hospital and is back home.”
“Damien…”
Zachary paused.
“He returned to the Lenoir family with Maeve.”
Cherise was taken aback and suddenly looked up.
“He… went back to the Lenoir family?”
No way…
He should faithfully stay by Mom’s side, even if he weren’t worried.
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