After chatting with Titus Zane for a bit more, Abigail Zimmerman covered the mouthpiece, turned her head to consult with Samuel Zane, "Dad, Titus Zane wants to wish you a Happy New Year..."
"No need!" Samuel Zane stubbornly replied, clearly waiting for it yet unwilling to admit.
Abigail Zimmerman smiled slyly, "Oh, then okay, I’ll tell him you’ve gone to sleep."
Just as Abigail Zimmerman finished speaking, Samuel Zane had already turned around, "Give it here, I want to hear what she has to say!"
Abigail Zimmerman handed over the phone, and Samuel Zane snatched it immediately, pressing it to his ear and spoke displeasingly, "Speak quickly, I’m going to rest."
Facing such a stubborn old man, Titus Zane wrinkled her nose in disgust, but when she spoke, her tone was softened.
"Grandpa, it’s Titus... I wish you a happy new year, great fortune and good luck, and long life..."
"Hmm, anything else? If not, I’m hanging up!" Samuel Zane said that, but Abigail Zimmerman could see that the old man’s eyes and brows had softened a lot.
Handing the phone back to Abigail Zimmerman, Samuel Zane stood up, and before returning to his room, he didn’t forget to complain, "The shows nowadays are getting worse, everyone looks like they are performing Beijing opera, and none of them can keep still!"
Watching the old man’s stubborn back, Abigail Zimmerman shook her head helplessly.
In City T, after wishing her grandfather a happy new year, Titus Zane placed her cellphone on the bedside cabinet, slipped into Nathan Moore’s arms, and couldn’t help asking out of curiosity, "Nathan Moore, is it that all you men say one thing but mean another?"
Grandpa was clearly waiting for her to wish him, yet he acted impatiently.
Nathan Moore pulled her into his arms, eyes still closed, "Not me, I just didn’t like to express before. If you like, I’ll whisper sweet nothings to you every day from now on."
Her face pressing tightly against Nathan Moore’s chest, Titus Zane lifted the corners of her lips, "Okay."
During Chinese New Year, a time for visiting relatives and friends, Titus Zane and Nathan Moore stayed nestling at home instead.
Early in the morning, Titus Zane received several text messages on her phone, all wishing her a happy new year, which made her, who almost had no friends, very happy.
There were messages from Felix Shaw and his wife, wishing her a happy new year, great fortune, and may you have children soon, and from Evander Lancaster, more or less the same wishes, Sophia Hamilton also sent a message, but only eight words, Happy New Year, may all go well with you...
Having heard from Nathan Moore about a misunderstanding with Evander Lancaster, seemingly due to different social statuses, Evander’s mother disapproved of their relationship, having experienced similar situations herself, Titus Zane sympathized with them, but sympathy aside, she couldn’t help them.
Nicholas Croft and Sophie Foster were still abroad, Nathan Moore and Nicholas Croft talked over the phone, Sophie Foster was still undergoing treatment, that car accident was severe, not only did she lose her baby, her face was also disfigured.
In previous holidays, the brothers would gather every day, but now due to various family matters, they couldn’t meet.
On the third day of the new year, Titus Zane suggested Nathan Moore call Olivia Zane because this day was Olivia Zane’s birthday, remembering the Chinese New Year three years ago, the villa was decorated with fresh flowers and balloons, Olivia Zane sitting in her wheelchair dressed like a princess, making wishes to the candles...
Nathan Moore hesitated for a moment, but still called Olivia Zane, however, she did not answer till it disconnected automatically.
In a city across the ocean, on the streets, Olivia Zane watched the flashing number on her phone, suppressing the urge to pick it up immediately, until the touch screen gradually dimmed, a tear fell on the touch screen as she curved her lips into a smile.
Having a friend in this city post about her medical condition on Instagram had found a donor, a patient who was about to pass away due to a car accident, the family promised that once the patient was critically ill, they would donate the heart...
Olivia Zane didn’t know if the surgery would be successful, but she had arranged everything for herself, topping up several tens of thousands of dollars on her phone. This way, no matter how many years pass, as long as Nathan Moore calls, the phone will connect, and if it connects, he will think she is still alive, and then, he won’t grieve.