Chapter 610
Chapter 610:
What would he even say to that?
With this thought tickling her mind, she let out a chuckle.
Just then, Ector emerged from his room and caught sight of Fernanda leaning on the railing, her laughter echoing softly.
The sight of her slender back, with her long hair cascading like a waterfall, nearly enveloping her figure, struck him. Her silhouette was ethereal, bathed in soft light; her eyes, once sharp as daggers, now gleamed with a gentle luminescence that transformed her into an embodiment of both beauty and grace.
Ector, his heart a tumult of emotions, quietly exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
He had braced himself for Fernanda’s sorrow following her heated dispute with Robert earlier, yet her tranquil expression, untouched by the shadows of distress, brought a soothing calm to his stirred soul.
The crisp sound of approaching footsteps caused Fernanda to turn gracefully. Upon spotting Ector, her posture subtly shifted, a fleeting smile playing at the corners of her lips before she composed herself and called out with soft warmth, “Ector.”
Ector responded, his voice a blend of curiosity and reassurance as he stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers, “Fernanda, do not let Dad’s harsh words weigh on you. He let his emotions get the best of him, that’s all.”
A spark of amusement flickered in Fernanda’s gaze as she studied Ector’s earnest face, her laughter spilling forth once again, light and melodious.
Ector, puzzled by her lightheartedness, watched her in bewilderment.
“You are a stark contrast to them,” she said, her smile broadening. “You possess such inherent goodness; it baffles me how you could be the offspring of Robert and Michelle.”
Children often mirror their parents’ traits. Robert and Michelle were notoriously self-centered, and Erika mirrored their selfishness. But Ector? He was devoid of such selfishness.
His kindness and gentleness were like a beacon, his innate warmth drawing others to him like moths to a flame.
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“You’re the only person in this family who treats me well,” Fernanda said, her voice carrying a mix of gratitude and resignation as she shifted her gaze towards the dark void of the night sky. “You really are the only one I truly consider family.”
The moon was conspicuously absent that evening, the heavens only dotted with sparse twinkles of stars. Memories of fireworks that Cristian had once ignited for her flickered through her mind.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Fernanda declared, a sense of finality in her tone. “I’ll start packing my things now.”
“Leaving?” Ector’s brow creased in confusion. “Who suggested you should leave?”
“Wasn’t it Robert’s idea? Erika already came by and told me about it.” It didn’t matter if the idea came from Robert; she wasn’t going to stay with the Morgan family any longer.
This place had always felt more like a layover than a home.
Ector fell silent for a moment, recalling the earlier incident when Robert, in a surge of rage, had yelled at Fernanda to leave and even went as far as to disown her. But Ector understood that such words were often hurled in the heat of the moment.
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