Chapter 1139:
George’s face shifted in an instant as though a storm cloud had passed over him.
He carefully set his fork down, inhaling deeply, trying to keep his emotions from spilling over. When he finally looked up, his eyes were rimmed with the telltale signs of held-back tears.
Anthony noticed the subtle shift right away. He leaned in, eyebrows knitted in both concern and curiosity. “Dad, what’s going on with you? You’ve been all sentimental lately—it’s not like you.”
He handed George a couple of tissues, his thoughts spinning, wondering if age was creeping up on his father, making him softer than before.
George ignored Anthony’s question, taking a moment before turning toward Elyse. “I didn’t expect you to have a sensitive palate, just like he does.”
Elyse blinked, genuinely puzzled.
George took a slow sip of his warm milk, his tone deceptively light as he asked, “What’s your father’s name?”
Anthony jumped in, his voice soft but firm. “Dad, that’s a little forward, don’t you think? You can’t just ask for someone’s parent’s name like that.”
“It’s fine,” Elyse said gently, turning her attention to George. Her voice was steady as she answered, “His name is Rickey Benson.”
George seemed to freeze, the weight of Elyse’s words hitting him like a punch. For a moment, he was utterly still before he managed to whisper, “Did you know who I was from the start?”
Elyse shook her head softly. “No, I only found out yesterday. Linda from the ranch mentioned your name, and that’s when it clicked—you’re the friend my father wrote about in his diary.” A warm smile played across her lips. “Mr. Hill, it’s an honor to finally meet you.”noveldrama
George’s mouth hung slightly open, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I can’t believe it; you’re his daughter.”
Anthony, who had been listening with growing confusion, frowned. “Dad, what’s going on? Do I know her dad?”
George glanced at his son. “You do know him. Rickey Benson is my friend. We all call him Benson.”
Anthony’s jaw dropped, disbelief coloring his features. “Wait… you’re Benson’s daughter? Wow, what a crazy coincidence!”
Elyse chuckled at Anthony’s over-the-top expression. She raised her hands as if in surrender, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t look at me! I only pieced it together yesterday.”
She paused, gathering her thoughts before adding, “To jog your dad’s memory about my dad, I played ‘Valse Sentimentale’ on purpose. Luckily, those memories hadn’t faded, and it gave me the chance to perform the ‘Violin Concerto in E Minor.'”
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