Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 387

“All right, let’s head in too,” Russel suggested as he watched Neil and his crew depart, swinging open the gate to my homestead.

I called out, “Dad, Mom!”

Quick as a flash, my parents hurried out. There was a surprised look on their faces as they took in my limp.

They took charge of pushing the kids in, while Russel supported me.

Once we settled into the living room, Serena and Brandon had already drifted off to sleep. I relayed the events of the evening at the beach to my parents and Russel, sparing no detail.

Upon hearing that Serena had almost had an accident, my dad paled, “I told you not to take the kids out so late at night. It gets crowded there. You need to always set the brake on the stroller when it’s parked. How could you just leave Serena there and walk away?”

His affection for me, once boundless, then seemed divided between Serena and Brandon. Yet, I felt no jealousy. I knew that the love my parents held for their grandchildren was simply a natural thing.

“Absolutely,” my mother chimed in, “Next time, one of us must accompany you!” She immediately went to check on Serena. Her heart ached with concern.

Meanwhile, Russel had fetched some ointment, urging me to take off my shoes so he could apply it.

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at my swollen ankle, he sighed, “Try not to rush while walking.

accepting his advice despite the frustrating

Stella and her group returned, it was late into the night.

lavished praise without reservation. “Russel, how come I never knew you were such a great cook? Have

before,” Russel retorted, peeling a shrimp and effortlessly placing it in my bowl.

you? A man as devoted and

sat up straighter at her teasing, quickly peeling a few shrimps into Stella’s bowl, declaring with a serious face, “Whatever other women

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almost made

from earlier. After tucking everyone in, I limped

“Go to sleep, I’m just next door. You

me and cooking for everyone,”

smile, “It’s been a while since I had a

situation that had distanced Russel from Mitch

that Russel had crossed a line by being interested in

a project with Whitmore Co. If you want to

that in mind. Now, get some rest,” Russel replied simply, urging me to sleep.

too,” I said. Then suddenly I recalled something and

unease crossed Russel’s eyes before he looked away, replying casually, “He’s fine. Just some minor health

days, Stella and her crew moved to a house they had rented nearby,

and Barbara’s family returned to