Chapter 130 The Sketch of a Daughter
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Natalie couldn’t stop her tears no matter how hard she tried. She was a mother herself, but she had never endured pregnancy, never felt the pain of childbirth, and yet in this moment she felt an inexplicable bond with Ruby. This woman was pitiful.
“I won’t leave. But you need to rest first–only if you rest can you take care of me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes… yes, I’ll listen to you.”
Ruby’s eyes never moved from Natalie’s face, clinging to her as if afraid she might vanish at any second.
Watching the scene, Flynn and Waylon both turned their heads away, their own tears silently falling.
Natalie helped Ruby settle onto the stretcher, letting the nurse wheel her into the ward. Through it all, Ruby’s hand clutched hers tightly, unwilling to let go, terrified that Natalie might disappear if she blinked.
Waylon and Flynn stepped aside to make room as Natalie apanied Ruby all the way inside.
Yvonne started to follow, but Baron caught her by the arm.
“Brother, Sister Nat…”
“It’s fine. Take these samples to theb for an urgent DNA test.”
Beforeing here, Baron had collected a strand of Natalie’s hair from her pillow. Just now, he had discreetly taken some of Ruby’s as well. A DNA test was simple enough, and the coincidence was too strong to ignore.
Yvonne stared at the samples in surprise. “Brother, whose are these?”
“Stop asking questions. Just <i>go</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>He flicked her forehead, making her yelp, then shoved the envelopes into her hands. She still grumbled but hurried off toward theboratory.
Natalie, unaware of any of this, remained with Ruby. She helped the nurses lift her onto the bed, soothed her with water, and tried to coax her into resting.
Flynn stepped forward to say something, but Waylon caught his arm.
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“Dad, Ms. Summers is still recovering herself. I’m worried Mom’s madness will frighten her.”
Waylon’s brow furrowed. He lowered his voice. “Find a way to get a strand of Ms. Summers’s hair. Run a DNA test with yours.”
Flynn blinked, stunned, then widened his eyes. “Dad, Mom may be delusional, but How could Ms. Summers possibly be my sister? She died back then. We buried her.”
“Just do it.”
you
too?
Waylon knew the truth–his daughter had died long ago. Yet seeing Natalie’s face so uncannily like his wife’s youth, watching how Ruby clung to her as though to life itself, he couldn’t help but waver. For just a moment, he believed his wife might be right all along. What if Ms. Summers really was their daughter?
The thought was absurd, but it refused to leave his mind.
Flynn let out a helpless sigh. Still, when his eyes fell on Natalie and Ruby’s entwined hands, his throat tightened. If she really were his sister, maybe their mother wouldn’t keep choosing death.
“Fine. I’ll find a chance.”
A crooked smile touched his lips. If this was madness, so be it. Better the whole family be mad together than one left sane and alone.
Natalie knew nothing of their thoughts. She sat by Ruby’s side, coaxing her gently, helping her drink water, speaking softly to calm her. But Ruby refused every suggestion of rest.
“No! I won’t sleep again. Never again!”
Natalie understood. It was sleep that had stolen Ruby’s child. That memory had left a scar too deep to heal.
“Alright, then we won’t sleep. How about I draw you a picture instead?”
Natalie didn’t know what else to say. The strange wave of empathy she felt earlier was still strong, but she didn’t know Ruby’s history well enough to reach her. If drawing could ease her heart, then she would do that.
Her words startled both father and son.
“Ms. Summers… you can draw?” Waylon asked.
“I studied it, and I’ve always loved it.” Natalie nced back at them with a small smile.
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The smile made them both catch their breath. The resemnce was uncanny–Ruby’s younger self lived again in her expression. Could fate really be so cruel, or so strange?
Flynn turned wide eyes toward his father. Waylon’s brow knitted tighter and tighter.
Ruby lit up with joy at Natalie’s reply. “My daughter takes after me! I always loved to draw too.”
“Is that so? Then let me draw you something. Would you like that?” Natalie’s smile softened further, warm and tender.
“Yes!” Ruby’s happiness shone through her tears.
Waylon immediately sent Flynn running for paper
and pencils.
It wasn’t long before Flynn returned, out of breath, with supplies in hand. Natalie set up the easel, clipped a sheet of paper into ce, and sat down. Her pencil moved with confidence, and she began sketching Ruby’s portrait.