The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 312

Roxanne was trying to muster words of comfort for Vincent, but her voice failed her repeatedly, choked

sobs keeping her silent. She looked deathly pale, and seeing her distress, Vincent himself, trembling,

stood to comfort her instead.

"Roxanne, try not to worry so much," he said, his voice firm with a conviction he didn't feel. "Harrison's

weathered many a storm; the chap's tough as old boots. He'll pull through this one, you'll see."

It was as if he was the anchor in a raging sea.

But in truth, his heart was being sliced to ribbons.

Roxanne noticed the weary slump in his usually rigid posture and knew he was putting on a brave front.

She had to be strong too. She nodded vigorously.

"Vincent, you're right. Harrison's seen his share of rough waters; he'll survive this one."

The empty reassurance left her feeling drained, and she blinked back tears.

Before she could say more, Vincent clutched his chest, his complexion turning deathly pale.

"Vincent." Roxanne rushed to support him, "Vincent, are you alright, Vincent."

Alexander, Dominic, and a few bodyguards immediately gathered around to help the fainting Vincent.

At the hospital, Roxanne sat vigil by Vincent's bed.

He was not in mortal danger; his collapse was due to overwhelming grief.

Yet, Roxanne worried for the old man.

Reflecting on his life, she realized how hard his lot had been.

Midlife had stolen his wife.

Now, was he to lose his son in his twilight years? Was he to be the grieving father who outlived his

child?

The thought choked her, and tears flowed like an unstoppable faucet – she wept unabashedly, all

pretense of composure gone.

She looked at Vincent, still unconscious, and dreaded the possibility of Harrison not returning.

The thought was unbearable.

She wiped away tears and snot time and again.

Alexander entered, catching her in the midst of her sorrow.

He couldn't help but feel compassion.

Seeing Vincent still unconscious, Alexander felt helpless.

He stepped behind Roxanne, gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and handed her a tissue.

Only when she saw the tissue did Roxanne notice Alexander behind her. She had never cried like this

in front of people. Embarrassed at being seen in such a state, Seeing Alexander, she hurriedly brushed

the messy hair in front of her forehead that was wet with tears.

Choking back sobs, she asked, "Any word from the airline?"

He blinked back his own disappointment, "No. Presumed crashed. They can't locate the exact position

where the plane went down."

Roxanne sighed heavily, her gaze drifting to the window where the sky was darkening.

Night had crept in silently.

The autumn night was thick and black, without stars, the moon obscured by heavy clouds - mirroring

the gloom she couldn't shake.

Just a week ago, she, Angela, and Harrison had been taking a family photo.

The photo!

She instinctively pulled out her phone, the last photo of her, Angela, and Harrison saved in her gallery.

Opening it, tears splashed onto the screen, blurring Roxanne's face.

She hurriedly wiped it, murmuring, "I should've hugged him before he boarded."

She had wanted to hug him so badly.

Was it jealousy of his talents that had put him on that ill-fated flight?

She regretted holding onto the hatred all these years, claiming forgiveness but never truly letting go.

And now, what was left of that vibrant man was just an image in a photo.

Her sobs were heart-wrenching as she cried uncontrollably.

Alexander handed her more tissues, and she tried to compose herself.

"Roxanne, what's your plan now?" Alexander asked gravely.

She shook her head, lost and deflated. "I don't know. Let's wait for Vincent to wake up. I'm worried

about the shock to him. Angela and I will move in with him for a while."

Angela, Vincent's granddaughter, was the dearest to him.

With Harrison gone, Roxanne and Angela would look after Vincent.

Material wealth was never lacking in Vincent's life, but what he truly needed was the company of family.

With Harrison's absence, the blow was severe, and it was uncertain if Vincent could withstand it.

Alexander glanced at Vincent on the bed, "The doctor said once he wakes up, he can go home. But we

have to watch his mood. I'll help you move things later. If you and Angela stay with him, I'll have peace

of mind."

Roxanne nodded.

Angela, still in kindergarten, was picked up by Chloe.

Aria and Austin were with her, but as bedtime approached, Angela kept asking for her mother.

"Auntie Chloe, why hasn't mommy come to pick me up yet?"

Chloe stroked Angela's hair, feeling a lump in her throat.

Such a darling little girl would now grow up without a father.

Chloe knew all too well the plight of fatherless children; after her divorce from Oliver, he never once

visited their two kids.

They seemed so well-behaved and mature, but they were incomplete without their father.

And now, Angela would have to face life without hers.

Oh, what a tragedy!

Chloe was well aware that despite Roxanne and Harrison's breakup, Roxanne's heart still clung to the

love she had for him.

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The thought alone choked Chloe up.

Her best friend, her beloved Roxanne – of course, Chloe wished for nothing more than a reconciliation

between her and Harrison, a chance for them to piece back the broken mirror of their relationship.

But life had other plans.

In front of Angela, however, Chloe maintained her composure.

Kids are sharp as tacks, catching even the slightest emotional shift in adults, leading to their own sense

of unease.

To divert Angela’s attention, Chloe, along with Aria and Austin, spent some time playing games with

her.

They played the more physically demanding games.

Like "Duck, Duck, Goose" and "What Time Is It, Mr. Wolf?"

With games to distract her, Angela stopped asking for her mom.

After they played themselves to exhaustion, Chloe gave Angela a bath, tucked her into bed, and before

long, Angela was fast asleep.

Once the little munchkin was off to dreamland, Chloe snapped a picture of her angelic sleeping face

and sent it to Roxanne.

"Anne, Angela's asleep. Fiona and I are here for her, so don't worry. How's Vincent doing? Has he

come around yet?"

Roxanne opened the picture of Angela sleeping, and the emotions she had kept at bay crumbled in an

instant.

Ever since the fall outing, Angela had started to warm up to her dad even more.

Just as their relationship had begun to blossom, as they were on the cusp of spending more quality

time together, fate had cruelly intervened.