Chapter 953 I Need To Tell You Something

“He didn’t take his studies seriously because you spoiled him too much, didn’t you?”

Enoch was right, but he never thought of the fact that maybe he might have made a mistake too.

Alyssa snorted, “Is he only my son? Don’t you have the responsibility to educate him too?”

“Are you trying to piss me off to death?” Enoch was already on the verge of explosion from how
Stanford treated him, but Alyssa still wanted to argue with him now. Did she want him to die from
anger?

Alyssa kept quiet and started to form a plan in her mind. It seemed that she couldn’t depend on Enoch
to get Stanford’s approval.

Plus, they’d tried two times. Enoch was already impatient, and he didn’t see any hope in this method
anymore.

On the other side…

In the hospital…

Atwood closed to door of Stanford’s room and walked towards him, “Mr. James, why don’t I make a
room transfer for you?”

Stanford had spoken to the doctor. He could return home and rest, so there wasn’t a need to switch
rooms. However, all these were not what he cared about most now. He wanted to know where Amanda
had gone, “Have you find out where she went?”

Atwood checked the flight details and replied, “Thailand.”

The two of them knew why she chose to go there. She had family in Thailand.



Atwood knew that Stanford liked Amanda, but he knew that it was difficult for them to patch things up
too. Her family probably wouldn’t agree to it too.

He didn’t want Stanford’s health to be affected because of this, “Mr. James, I still believe that it’s
impossible to fix what has been done. I think you should just let her go.”

To Stanford, Atwood was his most-trusted person. He had the closest relationship to Atwood too, who
always knew what was on his mind.

Now that Atwood had said such words, Stanford felt afraid.

He was afraid that Atwood was right.

It was difficult to fix a broken mirror.

There was a human life that was in the way of their relationship.

At this thought, Stanford teared up.

He could’ve built his own family, but he tore it apart with his own two hands. He killed his own child.

Recently, he suffered insomnia and couldn’t sleep all night.

Even if he managed to sleep from extreme fatigue, nightmares would haunt him.

“Atwood, don’t say anything like this next time.” Stanford said, “Go and proceed with the procedures so
I can get discharged.”

Atwood knew nothing about the child. He was speaking from the perspective of an outsider. He just felt
that it was difficult for two people to get back together without minding the past.



Once a mirror was broken, it couldn’t go back to its original state regardless of how top-tier the glue
was used to put it back. There’d still be cracks.

When the two people face each other, they will be reminded of the unhappy incidents from the past.
There will always be an unbreakable barrier between them.

Rather than living together in regrets, why don’t they just let go and chase after their own happiness,
and lead a good life?

Atwood went against Stanford this time around and continued, “She knows that it was all a well-
designed plan, from the moment you approached her to the rest that follows. Would she still believe
you after knowing all of your so-called love for her was just for revenge? What do you think is the
answer? She wouldn’t trust you anymore, not after you hurt her and almost took her life away. How
should she face you? How could she face you?”

Atwood tried to persuade Stanford because he didn’t want Stanford to suffer.

It might be painful at first, but all wounds would heal eventually. With time, only a light scar would be
left behind, but it wouldn’t hurt anymore.

However, if the two of them were to get back together, it will hurt from time to time when they looked at
each other and was reminded of the past.

If this was the case, wouldn’t it be better if the both of them started another relationship, with someone
else who was more compatible with each of them?

Stanford looked at Atwood. His hands were curling in fists. If it were not Atwood but anyone else who
was saying such words at this moment, Stanford would’ve asked them to leave already.

Even if Atwood were right, Stanford wouldn’t give up.



In fact, he had liked Amanda from a long time ago.

He just didn’t know about it!

He was the one who caused this current situation. It was painful for Stanford to lose his child too, so he
wanted to do his best and make it up to her.

Stanford had always felt that he didn’t have a home, but he just understood that those peaceful, warm
days he spent with her during the three years of their marriage were home to him.

“Don’t say that anymore.”

Stanford didn’t want to hear such words anymore.

“If you’re going to repeat something along those lines, you can leave now.”

Atwood was stunned for a moment. He stood in his spot, his feet rooted to the ground for a long time,
“You don’t only need to get her back, but you need to…deal with her family too. Are you sure about
this?”

“I’m sure of it, so don’t say something like that anymore.” Stanford knew that Atwood was only
concerned about him, so he wanted to talk about his feelings for the first time with other people.

He called Atwood, his voice slightly hoarse, “Do you know what a heartache feels like?”

Atwood shook his head.

He had never fallen in love before, so he couldn’t understand those feelings.

There was still a difference between liking someone and loving someone after all.

“I know.” There weren’t any traces of coldness on Stanford’s face. He looked sad at this moment.



When he knew that he was supposed to be a father, but…

That moment suffocated him.

What he had always wanted to pursue had been by his side all along.

He just didn’t know how precious it was until the moment he lost it.

“Actually, I am selfish. I hurt her, but I still want her.” Stanford knew that wishing her happiness was
perhaps the best thing to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.

He tried everything, only to put things back as to how it was in the past—to have three meals a day
together; To go to bed together; To see her smiling and whining like a baby to him.

She once told him, “Stanford, I hope that we have a daughter next time.”

When he heard about having a child, his heart was moved, but he ignored the unfamiliar feeling quickly
and asked her flatly, “Why do you prefer daughters?”

She said, “Because I get to name her Aimee, which means the beloved one.”

Stanford did not reply, because he knew such a scenario couldn’t happen.

Although they did not use protection when they had sex, Amanda did not get pregnant in the three
years they were married, so Stanford felt that it wouldn’t happen. If she could get pregnant, it would’ve
happened long ago.

Now that Stanford thought about it, he finally understood the reason he never used a condom.

He had never thought if they should keep the child if Amanda did get pregnant.



After all, he didn’t understand his own feelings back then.

Perhaps his subconscious actions had already reflected his true feelings.

He wasn’t afraid that she would get pregnant, because by then, they could build a family of three. Did
that mean that he was ready to spend a lifetime with her?

If he were clear-headed enough, he wouldn’t have allowed her to have the chance to get pregnant at
all.

Because he didn’t love her back then, all he thought about was revenge, and it would only hurt the child
if she were to get pregnant. With his IQ, it was a sure thing that he understood this reasoning.

But he did not do that.

If one were to ask Stanford to explain when he started to love her, he could not give a specific answer
too.

It could be the first time they met. It could be a certain moment. Or it could be from the time they spent
together.

Atwood had never seen Stanford in such a state. He stopped persuading him because he knew it’d be
useless.

It may be because of the environment in which Stanford grew up, but he would never show his
weakness in front of others. Usually, he’d use his cold front to conceal his true feelings and emotions
that were buried deep within his heart.

However, Stanford had told Atwood so much, and it was at this moment that Atwood realised Stanford
had changed.



Ever since he knew that Amanda was still alive, he changed.

Little by little, he started to show his feelings to outsiders. It was something he had never done before.
He had never shared his feelings with Atwood, who had been by his side for a long time as well.

However, he showed such a side to Atwood this time.

“I need to tell you something.”


62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda