“It's hard to say who owes the other more between your mom and me, but that pure and perfect woman whom I remember is long gone. I was biting off more than I could chew, trying to date an amazing woman like your mom when I wasn't even worthy of her time and effort. Perhaps she had only intended to be with me for a while, but I thought she was going to stay with me forever.” It was the first time Nathan had spoken to me about Isabelle so openly.
He began to tear up as memories of their past filled his head. This was the first time I felt his love for Mom. He used to love her as much as Christopher loved me, and he genuinely wanted her to be happy.
I tried my best to calm myself down, but my fingers kept trembling as I stared at Nathan. I said, “I understand. Crystal is right: you don't owe me anything. In fact, I'm the one who owes you after everything you've done for me. Don't worry, I'll ask Mom to spare the Tanner family as a means of making it up to you for not kicking me out back then. Thanks for raising me. Goodbye, Dad.”
Since I wasn't his daughter, that could very well be the last time I ever called him “Dad.” I should be calling him “Uncle Nathan” from that point on.
I then pushed my way through the crowd of journalists and ran toward the exit. A few of them tried chasing after me but stopped the moment I flashed them a fierce glare. Just as a car pulled up outside the hospital, I got in immediately to escape from the journalists.
“What's the matter? Did something big happen? Why are the journalists chasing after you like that?” Lucas asked in confusion as he watched me pant heavily.