?Chapter 2747:


    “Then I’ll be going.” Hadley turned to Eric with a brief nce.


    “Go on inside.”


    “Alright.” Eric nodded in agreement, yet he remained standing.


    He watched as she got back into the car and drove away.


    Beside him, Ferris let out a sigh.


    “Let’s go in. She’s gone.”


    Eric drew back his gaze. In an instant, the warmth faded from his face. He went ahead with long strides, never once looking back.


    “I’ll go check on my mother. Don’t follow me!”


    Ferris was baffled.


    His rtionship with his son had always been strained. Now that his son’s memories had returned, Ferris knew that from this moment on, the resentment would only deepen.


    Although they had agreed to meet at the Flynn mansion in the evening, Eric found himself unable to wait.


    By the afternoon, he was already there, heading straight for the Crimson House.


    Just as Joy stirred from her nap, Melba guided Eric to her room. He approached the bed with slow and careful strides and called her name, “Joy…”


    The warm afternoon sunlight spilled through the window.


    Joy sat up, her hair adorably tousled. She rubbed her eyes as she shook off sleep. Then, in a hoarse voice, as though she were still dreaming, she called out, “Daddy?”


    Eric froze, struck as if by a jolt of lightning.


    He lost his memories after the surgery and forgot all about Joy, which broke her little heart. He had apologized again and againter and done all he could to make amends. Though she no longer pushed him away, she had not called him Daddy since.


    And now, she had said the word.


    “Joy.” Eric swallowed hard, his voice rough with emotion.


    ?????????????? ???????? ???????????? ???????? ??????????ν??????﹒??????


    “It’s Daddy. Let Daddy hold you.”


    He opened his arms and pulled his daughter into an embrace.


    “My good girl.”


    Joy blinked her big eyes, waking a little more.


    “Daddy, are you all better now?”


    “Yes.” Eric’s heart melted instantly.


    This was why people said daughters were angels. She was his princess. The very first thing she asked was about his health.


    “All better now.” Eric smiled and nodded.


    “Daddy’s been discharged.”


    “Really?” Joy stared at him skeptically. She lifted her chubby little arms toward Eric’s head.


    Realizing her intention, Eric leaned forward and let her examine him.


    “Let me check you properly, Daddy. I want to see if you’re really all better,” Joy said solemnly.


    “Okay,” Eric replied softly.


    Joy cupped her father’s face in her tiny hands, gently parting his hair as her bright eyes scanned for any trace of injury. After a careful inspection, she beamed.


    .


    .


    .