How could he even describe that look?
It was indifferent. Alien.
She was looking at him as if he were an utterly insignificant stranger.
A sharp pang seized Silas's heart, followed by an uncharacteristic wave of panic.
He took a deep breath, finally forcing out a hoarse rasp. "Serena, I'm Silas..."
Before he could finish,
the girl turned her head, accepting a bite of food from Nicholas. She didn't spare him another glance.
The rest of Silas's words choked in his throat.
When he first heard the hospital was letting a twenty-year-old girl operate on his father, his fury was fueled by the fact that he didn't know she was his niece.
He hadn't known who was holding the scalpel.
He had judged her entirely by her age, assuming it was a sick joke.
But regardless of his reasons, the fact remained that he had doubted her, and now he was eating his words.
If his niece was treating him like garbage, he entirely deserved it.
Silas wasn't a man who made excuses. He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Serena. "Serena, thank you for saving my father. I sincerely apologize for doubting you."
His apology was crisp, decisive, and entirely devoid of ego.
That actually caught Serena's attention. She looked up, her bright eyes appraising him.
This Silas...
He didn't seem too bad.
Just as she was about to speak,
"Grandpa!"
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