Hospital.
Lincoln Green lay on the hospital bed, lifeless. He was a shadow of the spirited middle-aged man from the engagement party at the Piers' a month ago.
Brandon Piers sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at the lifeless man on the bed. "Finished talking?"
"Thank you, Second Young Master." Lincoln Green's voice was hoarse with gratitude.
After Abigail left that day, he fell into a deep depression, losing control of his emotions several times, almost falling into shock, but he survived by clinging to a thread of life.
That thread was redemption.
He didn't know if Abigail's last words were true, or maybe he hoped they weren't, but he knew everything else she said was true.
Over the years, in places he couldn't see or had deliberately ignored, his daughter had suffered inhumane torment; yet he had tried to absolve himself with a simple "I didn't know."
