Realization struck Fabian like a bolt from the blue, and he exclaimed, “Do you mean the family home that Hannah’s mother left for Hannah?”
Jason nodded. “That’s right. That’s where she’ll be.”
Instantly, Fabian shouted to the outside. “Prep the car!”
Before the last word was out of his mouth, Fabian had darted out like a freed horse.
That family home had somehow escaped his mind. Like what Jason had said, Fabian was sure that Hannah must be there. That place was the likeliest place he would see Hannah again.
Like a candle in the dark, hope lit up in Fabian’s chest.
“Wait for me, Hannah,” Fabian gritted out.
Meanwhile, Hannah had no idea Fabian was already heading in her direction. In her family home, she was still reading a book by the table. Just then, her arm knocked over the teacup on the table and shattered it.
Shaking her head, Hannah then slowly put down her book to start cleaning up the mess.
Hm?
While she was cleaning up the fragments, she spotted a piece of paper under the wooden table. It looked like a book, yet it looked like a piece of newspaper.
Curiosity overwhelming her, Hannah reached out for it.
“Right here,” Hannah mumbled to herself as she took out a yellowing book from under the table. The book looked almost ancient.
Hannah was perplexed. What is this? Why is it under the table? Clearly, someone is trying to hide it, but who’s the one who tried to hide it?
Numerous questions filled Hannah’s mind, who then picked up the book and rushed toward the chair to start reading it. She did not even bother with the fragments of the teacup on the floor.
My daughter is born today. She’s well and healthy. Looking at the way Leo was smiling while holding onto our daughter, I thought of a good name—Hannah.
Hannah’s heart skipped a beat as she read the words. This… This is Mom’s diary?
The date on the page was her birthday, and the name, Leo, was definitely referring to Leo Blackwood.
Gulping, Hannah then continued reading.
Hannah has a slight fever today. I stayed by her side until she fell asleep. I hope she’ll get well soon.
Today, my dear Hannah…
The stories in the pages were all ordinary incidents, but Hannah’s mother had recorded them all down.
For a moment, the book in Hannah’s hands felt heavy. She knew this was her mother’s love for her.
“I had never thought that Mom was as nice as this.”
Right then, an image of a gentle woman emerged in Hannah’s mind. There, she had long hair reaching down to her waist, and she was standing in the wind, strong and fearless.
Mom must have been a beautiful woman, Hannah thought. The ones with good hearts won’t look ugly.
Hannah flipped through the pages. I went to the hospital today. The doctor told me that I’m pregnant with a boy. Finally, I can bear a boy for Leo’s family.
Hannah continued. Leo is drunk today. After he came home, I could smell a woman’s perfume on him. When I was taking off his clothes for him, I saw a lipstick mark on his shoulder. I know he must have found other women outside. He has been leaving the house early and coming home late recently.
Another page. Leo hasn’t come back today again. It’s been three days. He only called to say that he’s working. I’m sure he’s with that woman.
At this point, anger coiled in Hannah’s stomach. Although Leo was her biological father, she had never seen him as her father. Hannah Young never had a father as ruthless as that man.
