Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Chapter 459 What to Do After Grief Half an hour later, Sonia was back at Thrushcross Grange. Jarvis was standing there, shaking his head at her. He held back his inner grief and kept his last piece of sanity. "Nothing. We haven't found him yet." Sonia responded and went to see Victor crouching on the edge of the cliff.

Ricky was crouching with him at that moment. Ricky was probably afraid that Victor would slip accidentally. So, he was watching on the side.

Sonia looked at her son. The boy looked up. She found his face covered with tears.

But looking at his mother, he trembled and uttered a sentence that was broken and incoherent... "He... Good... He's dead. Good..." Sonia's heart suddenly ached.

"It's so good... Never... Never will someone hurt you again." Victor cried out the rest of his words, "Mom... We're... We're free." There will never again be a man named Dixon, who destroyed all her trust and love, who beat her to hell again and again, and who would take everything she had away from her.

Dixon was gone, in a gesture that he would not return. When he said he wanted to make amends, he simply gave her everything he had, including his life, regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

Sonia knelt and hugged Victor, taking him gently into her arms, "Just like when we were living our lives on our own." Like Dixon had never left and never... appeared.

He just disappeared from their world.

"It can't be..." Jarvis murmured mindlessly, "Dixon can't be dead..." He was gagging with him a few days ago. Dixon was showing off to him how impressive Victor was. How... How could he have died? Jarvis' hands were shaking. Knowing that his best friend was dead was a big shock to him. Queenie was sent to the hospital by Leon. So, he didn't know Queenie was injured too. He just asked his people to search again and again.

However, the results were the same.

Nothing was found.

"Block the news for now. Do not let people outside know what happened to Dixon." Jarvis made an immediate decision, "Dixon is a socially influential figure. Such a sudden accident will make a fuss. The Borris Family is now in turmoil and cannot be stimulated by anything." Standing on the side, Sonia had a slight scrape on her face. But the woman stood still there and let the headwind blow her trench coat. She fixed her hair.

Victor walked over to Carl, grabbed Carl's hand, and called out softly, "Uncle Junior..." With Dixon gone, the only man he could rely on was Carl.

Carl picked Victor from the ground. The man and the boy approached Sonia and realized that her face was already covered with tears. But she did not make a sound, just looking at the cliff and crying silently. 'Dixon, is this what you want?' 'You put the intentions and compensation that you thought good towithout thinking about my feelings?' 'When you are gone... Have you ever thought that you still have a family? You have parents and a kid. Do you know the Borris Family has to rely on you?' 'You took a gamble of your life to show your determination to me. But the pain is left to us.' No. She clenched her fists and thought, 'Dixon could not be dead. Dixon must still be alive. He just wants to move me.' 'This must be the case... That must be it!' Sonia wiped her tears, looked at the trees along the cliff, and blossomed with new flowers, land looked at the endless cliff, murmuring, "Spring had come.." The cold winter that Dixon lived through... Finally, it was going to pass completely.

The police, as well as Jarvis and Mahoney, had searched for five days. But they got nothing.

"Dixon is dead.

Sonia no longer went to Thrushcross Grange to wait. And she no longer went to the Borris Family to deliver the news. Actually, there was no news for her to deliver.

She carried Victor back to her house. Queenie was still in the hospital. With five stitches in her stomach, she woke up screaming that the stitches were too ugly. Leon felt so distressed that his eyes were red. Three days later, the Borris Family had sad news.

Old Mrs. Borris died.

She was devastated. And after witnessing her grandson fall off a cliff with an outlaw, she didn't catch her breath and passed out. And she was later sent to the hospital in a hurry.

Originally, she was rescued. But when she woke up and heard that her grandson had not been found, she becmore desperate and passed out again. And she was sent to the ER room again. Countless critically ill notices had been given to the Borris Family, telling them that the old lady might not be saved. With the disaster, Old Borris didn't pass through under the desperate.

Dixon, the wonderful, handsome, unrivaled grandson, was gone. She, withholding her corrupt and old-fashioned heart, went with him.

The Borris family was now suffering from the grief that no one can bear, just as the Donald family did five years ago.

However, the difference was that five years ago the Donald Family was bankrupt and their daughter was in prison, while now the Borris Family, Old Mrs. Borris and Dixon had all passed away, leaving behind... Only a middle-aged couple, bewildered and helpless.

Sonia took Victor to visit Helena, just when the Borris Family was doing the funeral. Helena still didn't stop crying. Lang straightened his back to carry on with the duty. When he turned around and saw Sonia, he burst into tears.

This middle-aged man, who had a rich and blessed life, was now thin and old. He gave Sonia a smile that looked like he was crying, "Sonia, you're here?" "Grandpa." Victor cried too. He went forward to hug Lang. Touching Victor's face, he murmured, "You look so alike with Dixon..." Sonia stood there with an icy expression. Her hands were clenched.

Before evening, Helena fainted from grief. Sonia immediately went to help her. She helped take Helena to the hospital, and called for Lenard's special attention. Lenard couldn't help but reach out and wipe his tears when he was busing around in the hospital.

Helena becdelirious. When she woke up, she would respond when Sonia called out to her. But she couldn't say anything other than that. Her eyes were empty and numb, as if her whole spirit had been hollowed out and only a body remained.

Sonia shook her head and had to go. For Dixon's family, she had given too much to be able to do this. When they cback to Borris' house, Lang was sitting alone on the sofa. The house used to be lively. But now, it was empty. And if Dixon was there, he would have played chess with him.

Now, there was nothing here.

Sonia entered the door and called out, "Uncle Lang. Aunt Helena has Lenard watching her at the hospital. Please take care of yourself. I'll leave now." "Sonia..." Lang couldn't remember how many times he had shed tears in front of Sonia. When the Borris Family was in its glory, who would have thought that one day, such a broken expression would appear in the Borris Family? Lang's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees. Sonia hurriedly reached out to carry him, "Uncle Lang!" Lang trembled and held Sonia's hand. His voice hoarse, "What we've done brings what to us...!" At that moment, Sonia's heart was like being pierced by a sharp blade! Lang grabbed Sonia's hand as if it was the last straw. His voice was so mournful that it would make other people cry. Through her tears, Sonia saw the man kneeling. She covered her mouth and took a few steps backward, "Uncle Lang, you..."

"The Borris Family owes you this..." Lang closed his eyes and let his tears fall, "It's the Borris Family's sins that have brought this about! "Sonia, I'm here to apologize again to my son who has sinned so much. From now on, the Borris Family will not put any more pressure on you. You can leave. I know you are very kind and cto help. But we don't have the right to ask for your help. "It is our fault! What we've done brings what we deserve...

Sonia felt as if her whole heart had been seized by someone. It was so painful that she could not breathe. She shivered and helped Lang up, "Uncle Lang, please stand up first. What happened betweenand Dixon had nothing to do with you..." Lang was helped up by Sonia. Victor wiped his tears and said to his grandfather, "Grandpa, don't be sad. The family needs you." "Good, good..." Lang looked at Victor's face, which was very similar to Dixon's. He felt his heart tremble, "Sonia, thank you for giving birth to Victor..." At least the Borris Family had one hope. He couldn't fall. He had to hold on until Victor grew up... The Borris family was not yet extinct. Victor was their last hope.

Lang never thought that after Dixon's death, Sonia, the woman he used to hate most, would be the one who brought them the most hope.

What a thing to do!

When Sonia left with Victor, she saw Lang standing at the entrance of the Borris Family. The Borris Family was going down and couldn't go back to O its former prosperous days. Nobody knew that Dixon was dead. Lang told the public that Dixon was going abroad for further studies and would be temporarily out of work for while. But what about the future? What would they do in the future? Who would lead the Borris Family to go on their journey? Sonia drove back to her house. Victor cried along the way. When Dixon was still around, they hated him and avoided him. But now that Dixon was gone, they could live freely. Suddenly, they found something missing.

They can't even find anyone to hate.

Because that man was no longer in this world.

When they arrived home, Leon was making soup for Queenie, which smelled great. Seeing Sonia return, Leon said, "You've been tired lately. Have ssoup and take a rest.

"Thank you, Leon." Victor's eyes were still red. "How is Sister Queenie doing?" "Pretty good." Leon smiled, probably trying to relax Victor. He brought out the soup, "I'll bring it over to her later. You guys should take it while it's hot, okay?" Sonia watched Leon leave. Then, the villa went silent.