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Chapter 474
Chapter 474
Dr. Dylan gave a little nod, but he was all twisted up inside. He was wondering whether Allison would
be a tad clingy if she knew he was about to leave.
Lately, Daisy had been buzzing around the Boswell family like a bee on a flower. She was practically on
a first-name basis with every blade of grass and every tree in the Boswell family’s yard.
One afternoon, Daisy came to the Boswell’s house, book in hand. She’d been in and out so much
recently that she knew all the servants like the back of her hand, she could even name a few of them..
She headed up to the third floor, where John was keeping watch at the door, as usual. Seeing Daisy,
John just gave a nod. He was used to her by now, then went into the bedroom to report to Frances.
Daisy was still a bit scared of John; the scar on his face was just too freaky.
She waited with her book while John went into the bedroom, and when he came out, he said to Daisy,
“Mr. Frances says you can come in, but don’t overstay your welcome, Daisy. Let Frances get some
rest. He’s not feeling too well today.”
Daisy raised an eyebrow. “What’s up with him? Is he feeling under the weather?”
John didn’t beat around the bush. “Frances was feeling a bit off last night so we had a doctor check him
out. He’s better now, but he’s still a bit out of it, not really himself.” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Daisy pushed the door open and walked in. The room was dark, with the curtains drawn. Frances,
dressed in a light grey pajama set, was sitting on the sofa, watching a movie. The projector next to him
was flickering with blue light, and the movie was playing on a big screen.
Daisy walked over, and Frances looked up and smiled at her. “Take a seat.”
Daisy looked at the screen and nailed the movie’s name on the first try. Frances raised an eyebrow,
looking a bit pale but still pretty under the dim light. “You know it?” His voice held a trace of surprise.
Daisy sat down next to Frances. “Yeah, I’ve seen it before, it’s a famous Danish film, one of my
favorites.”
She watched as the protagonist’s dog was killed on the flashing screen, and quietly said, “A single lie
destroyed reality.”
Frances asked, “Why’d you show up in the afternoon today?”
Daisy replied, “I was writing a paper with a friend at the library this morning.”
Frances asked, “Are you about to graduate?”
Daisy nodded. “This is the book I borrowed. I’m returning it to
you.”
Frances took the book and set it on the coffee table. “What do you want to drink? Juice, coffee, or…”
“I’ll get it myself.” Daisy poured a glass of water and handed it to Frances. “Water is the best drink.”
Frances chuckled, his face lighting up like a lake under a gentle March breeze, shimmering like
countless twinkling stars. Daisy felt her cheeks heat up. She tried to focus on the movie, but the faint
minty scent in the air was making her heart race.
After spending an hour with Frances, watching the movie and several short films, Daisy found her
tastes were not so different from Frances’, which made her heart beat even faster. Frances felt the
same, and they were both thrilled to find someone they could resonate with.
When Daisy was about to leave, she remembered what John had told her earlier. “You need to rest.”
Frances asked her, “What did John tell you this time?”
Daisy replied, “John is just concerned about you.”
Frances’ eyes dimmed. He knew his illness was irreversible, incurable. Times like this would come
more often. His breath would gradually weaken, his heart and lungs would start to fail, and eventually
stop working.
In the past, he always masked his feelings with a casual smile. But now, smelling the faint fragrance in
the air, he wished he could stay in this world a bit longer. He looked at Daisy in front of him, dressed in
a pink and white dress. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, radiating the innocence of a young girl.
“Ms. Daisy, I have something I want to give you.”