Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 706

Chapter 706: Just get better, … Dad.

Robin’s worries grew when he heard Catrin mention the most inauspicious thing at such a moment.

Idris had just woken up inside and was waiting to meet Arwen. Yet outside, Catrin was bringing back the same thing that had torn everything apart.

How had she yet not realized the things?

He shook his head before quickly stepping forward to intervene. “Madam,” she began slowly, “Sir has been waiting to meet young miss for a long time. Please allow her inside. Don’t make him wait more in his current condition.”

Catrin heard him, but she didn’t move. Her gaze remained fixed on Arwen as she mocked, “He had been desperate to meet her because he still considered himself her father. But she … she had long stopped considering us as parents. She even signed the papers officially to seal her decision. There is no need for her to go inside and meet him now. This is what she deserves.”

“But Madam, —” Robin frowned; however, just before he could speak, Catrin held her hand up at him, stopping him from speaking any further.

Then, looking at Arwen, she said with finality. “You held no right to stay here, yet you stayed and looked over my husband for the entire night. I won’t keep that against you. But you can leave now.”

For the whole time, Arwen didn’t speak a word. She just stood there and listened to all that she had to say.

Even when Catrin asked her to leave, she didn’t. She just stood there, watching as Catrin turned to step inside the room instead.

But just when her hand would have reached to push the door of the ICU open, the nurse quickly stepped in between, stopping her.

Catrin frowned. She glared at the nurse and asked with warning laced in her tone, “What are you doing?”

The nurse hesitated but then informed politely. “Sorry, Mrs. Quinn, but you can’t enter the room.”

“What do you mean?” Catrin’s frown deepened. “Do you know who I am? I am his wife. How could you stop me from meeting my own husband?”

The nurse looked apologetic, but she said firmly, “I know, but here your position doesn’t matter. The patient’s request is what matters. And he said he just wants to meet his daughter.” She flicked her eyes to Arwen, adding, “and right now he had asked me to just send Ms. Quinn inside.”

Catrin turned and glared at Arwen.

Arwen didn’t flinch under her gaze; instead, she looked back at her evenly.

“Ms. Quinn,” the nurse spoke again, making Arwen turn to her. “Mr. Quinn is waiting for you. You can go in first.”

Arwen nodded to her and then, without giving another glance to Catrin, she simply stepped forward. The nurse opened the door for her and closed it after Arwen stepped inside.

Catrin’s fingers clenched. The nurse turned to look back at her to give a small nod before she left as well.

Inside the ICU —

Arwen paused the moment she stepped inside. Her eyes at once met with her father’s, who was looking at her with unmistakable longing in his gaze.

He looked weak and vulnerable, yet Arwen couldn’t fail to notice the way his eyes sparkled the moment he saw her walking inside, as though he had been waiting for her.

“How are you feeling now?” she asked, her voice too soft, carrying the hints of emotion she had been feeling all night —the blame, the regret —that all of this happened because of her.

Idris didn’t respond to her immediately. He watched her for a long moment before shaking his head at her. “I … I am sorry,” he apologized, his voice low and full of guilt.

For a second, Arwen failed to register it, but when he repeated it again, she couldn’t stop herself from rushing to his side immediately.

“I am sorry, princess. I failed you. I couldn’t be the father you deserved to have.”

“Please don’t say that now.” Her tears rolled down her face. She reached out and slowly held his hands that were still connected to the drips and machine. “Don’t even think about it now. The doctor said that you need proper stress-free rest to recover sooner. Therefore, take it so that later, when you recover, you have enough strength and energy to listen to all my complaints and make up to me accordingly.”

Idris paused. His brows furrowed a little in confusion as he stared at his daughter. “Do you mean you are ready to give me a chance to make things right?” he asked, his voice carrying the glimmer of hope.

Arwen looked at him, her other hand moving to wipe away the tears that were slipping out of the corner of his eyes. “Mhm-hm~” she hummed, nodding to him. “As long as you get better, we will sit and talk about it. Just get better, … Dad.”

It’s been a while since Idris heard her call him dad. His vision blurred, but blinking his tears away, he nodded to her. “Since you put that as the condition, I have to get better sooner.”

Arwen smiled at him and then, thinking about something, she paused for a moment. “Don’t you blame me for your situation, Dad?” she asked, a little scared to hear him answer.

What if he blamed her? Will she be able to carry that burden on her shoulders?

Idris chuckled softly, his condition making it only sound weaker. “Blame you?” he repeated, asking, “Why would I blame you, princess? You didn’t do anything to be blamed. Instead, it was us … me, who wronged you. If anyone who is here and needs to be blamed, it’s me. Blame me with all you want, just don’t abandon your father.”

Arwen pressed her lips as she held back her tears. “I am not leaving,” she said.

“You promise?” he asked back. To which she nodded.

“Of course, I do. How can I bear to leave, seeing you like this?”

Idris nodded, his heart finally easing. Even though Arwen said she wouldn’t be leaving, he never looked away. He stared at her as if scared that she would vanish in another second.

Meanwhile, outside, Catrin couldn’t hold her patience for longer. Before Robin could stop her, she just pushed the door of the ICU open and stepped inside.

“Idris, how could you do this to me?”