The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 281

Harrison remained silent.

The silence struck Roxanne like a sword, piercing her heart.

It felt like a burning ache, a torrent of emotions welling up within her.

Her eyes watered, her nose stung, and her throat tightened in waves.

She tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, her voice failed her.

She could not forget the painful memory of pleading with Harrison not to leave, to keep their child, and

him resolutely choosing to walk away.

Biting her lip, she choked back sobs for a moment, forcing herself to breathe more evenly.

Wiping away her tears, she spoke.

"Harrison, I don't want to blame you, and I don't want you to blame me, okay? Let's both return to our

respective paths, for Angela's sake. Can we be civil with each other?"

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked at Harrison.

At the man who exuded an aura of nobility, a man of wealth and power.

It was like she was begging.

Even though his hand was bandaged.

Even though his clothes were soaked from the water Vincent had thrown at him in anger.

His suit was stained with water, making him look somewhat disheveled.

Yet, he was still the powerful, intimidating tycoon of Seraphim Haven.

He was right there in front of her.

But she felt like they were from two different worlds.

When he was kind to her, it was like a dream, like a fairy tale.

But when he was cold and indifferent, it was as if they never had any connection, reminding her of the

vast gap between them.

This fear of loss was so painful, so exhausting.

Why didn't she want to go back to him?

Even after having Angela, she still refused.

Because she was afraid that he would suddenly not want her anymore.

She had already been given a second chance at life.

When she was in critical condition due to childbirth, it was Dominic's quick thinking, finding a recording

of a baby crying on his phone, that revived her, giving her something to hold onto and helping her

survive.

She just wanted to live a simple life.

She no longer dared to dream of love, just surviving was challenging enough.

"Mr. Rodriguez, you're right, we're from two different worlds. I should go back to my ordinary life. The

high position of a wealthy wife is beyond my reach. You should also return to your path. Let's both let

go and forget if we can!"

Roxanne had never believed in fate.

She believed that as long as she worked hard, she could achieve anything.

But this time, she believed.

It was simply not meant to be.

The rise and fall of relationships was all destiny.

Harrison was about to speak when,

"Harrison, Roxanne."

Evelyn Miller, who was walking towards them, interrupted Harrison's words.

Seeing Roxanne, Evelyn had mixed feelings.

She called out again, "Sister-in-law."

"Evelyn, just call me by my name."

Roxanne quickly composed herself, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She turned around and said to Evelyn.

"Harrison and I have divorced. Calling me sister-in-law is not appropriate anymore."

Evelyn had grown accustomed to calling her sister-in-law and hoped she would always be her sister-in-

law.

Seeing Harrison standing tall and strong, yet with an aura of profound sadness, Evelyn felt a pang of

sympathy.

"Then, from now on, I will call you by Roxanne, okay?"

Roxanne nodded, "Of course."

It was an honor to be respected by Evelyn.

Evelyn pointed towards the hospital room, "I heard Uncle Vincent was hospitalized with pneumonia, so

I came to visit him. I didn't expect to run into you here."

"Don't worry." Roxanne reassured, "Uncle Vincent has taken his medicine and is now receiving an IV

drip. He'll be fine."

Evelyn smiled, "Roxanne, you're always so capable. Uncle Vincent wouldn't listen to anyone but you."

Roxanne was grateful for the familial love Vincent gave her, which surpassed that of a father-daughter

relationship.

Evelyn turned to Harrison, "Harrison, I wanted to talk to Roxanne privately. Is that okay?"

Harrison nodded and walked back to the hospital room.

Evelyn's gaze followed Harrison's retreating figure before returning to Roxanne.

In her eyes hid a mix of sorrow, envy, and even jealousy.

But Evelyn knew she had no right to be jealous.

"Roxanne, I heard from Dominic that you two are together?"

"Evelyn, I know you like Dominic. I never meant to hurt you."

It felt ironic saying these words.

"Evelyn, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Evelyn wiped away her tears.

Choking back sobs, she continued, "Roxanne, I don't blame you, really. After all, you met Dominic first,

and you've been in his heart for a long time. You didn't do anything wrong. And I've been chasing

Dominic for so long, and he never accepted me. I just wanted to tell you,"

Thinking about Dominic's fate, Evelyn felt a wave of sorrow and pity.

"Roxanne, Dominic has been on the brink of death once.

When he was on the operating table, his last thoughts were of you.

Treat him well, and make him happy. Dominic will surely take good care of you, there's no doubt about

that."

As she spoke, Evelyn began to cry.

It was unclear who she was crying for.

Probably for herself, for her brother Harrison, or perhaps for Dominic.

Dominic had finally ended up with the woman he loved.

A few days later, Vincent was discharged from the hospital.

Roxanne took Angela to the hospital to pick him up.

Back at Rodriguez Oasis Estates, Roxanne allowed Angela to spend some time with her grandfather.

Not until Angela fell asleep did Vincent reluctantly let go of the little girl, laying her down on the rocking

chair.

"Dad, there's something I need to be honest with you about."

Vincent regarded her as his own, she couldn't keep secrets from him anymore.

No matter how hard it was, she had to spill the beans.

Vincent was gently rocking the baby girl, who was sound asleep in his cradle.

Looking up, he saw Roxanne's furrowed brow, a hint of heaviness in her expression.

Roxanne cut straight to the chase, "Dad, Dominic and I are seeing each other. I want to move forward,

to start anew. I hope you can forgive me."

Vincent's hand, rocking the baby's cradle, froze.

He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped.

Then he sighed deeply, frowning, deep in thought.

Finally, he said with a heavy heart, "Roxanne, can you tell me why you chose Dominic?"

Roxanne couldn't meet Vincent's kind, caring eyes.

She lowered her gaze, "I wasn't happy with Harrison."

She paused, struggling to voice her feelings, "I hate the feeling of no trust, no sense of security. I don't

ever want to feel abandoned again."

There were some things she had to face.

She looked up, her eyes full of regret, "Dad, I'm sorry. I couldn't live up to your expectations. I didn't

know better."

Vincent sighed deeply again.

He was old enough to know when to accept the inevitable.

"Maybe it just wasn't meant to be with Harrison."

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"Roxanne, you're always my little girl. Don't apologize. I don't want to force you into anything."

"Dad." Roxanne choked on her words, "Thank you."

Saying thank you was not enough.

From now on, she would be more dutiful to her old man.

Behind the folding screen.

Harrison stood in silence, his eyes dimming, gradually losing their sparkle, like a lifeless statue.

That afternoon.

When Roxanne left the mansion, Vincent asked Harrison to see her out.

Harrison glanced at the man next to him and ordered, "Jackson, Anthony, you guys handle it."

"I asked you to do it." Vincent glared at him.

Harrison had already gotten up from the sofa, turning his back to everyone as he headed upstairs, "I

have other things to deal with."

A few minutes later, Harrison stood in his study, watching as Roxanne and Angela were escorted to

their car by Jackson and Anthony.

As they got into the car, he sent Roxanne a WhatsApp message: [Wish you happiness!]

Two years and eight months later.

Zion Kindergarten.

Little Angela was the cutest, chubbiest, and prettiest girl in her class.

All her teachers, even those from other classes, were particularly fond of her.

They had never seen such a beautiful child, like a star. Her genes were simply exceptional.

One day, after playing some games, Angela suddenly disappeared. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Her teacher was beside herself with worry.

After a frantic search, she found Angela munching on snacks under the slide.

The tiny figure, clutching a bag of potato chips, was filling her mouth with them.

The sight was akin to a cute little guinea pig nibbling on its food.

"Angela, why are you eating chips here?"

The teacher didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In the afternoon when Dominic came to pick her up, the teacher told him about Angela's snack

escapade.

On the way home, Angela was cradled in his arms.

Her small arms wrapped around Dominic's neck, she pleaded with puppy-dog eyes, "Mommy doesn't

let me eat snacks, but Keith gave me a bag of chips. I didn't dare to take them home, so I sneaked

some."

"So, you want me to keep it a secret from mommy?" Dominic's tone was full of indulgence.

"Please." Angela puffed up her chubby cheeks, her bangs covering half of her furrowed little brow,

looking as adorable as ever.

Dominic said earnestly, "Alright, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Again? You want me to have dinner with that aloof, quiet daddy?" Angela looked very unwilling.