Chapter 1717: Where the Gaze Falls, There Lasts Eternity: Caught in the Act

Violet Zimmerman came to visit him, which was unexpected for Joseph Lancaster, given that she had just been whipped.

Seeing Violet Zimmerman push open the door of the hospital room, he hurriedly propped himself up to sit. “Violet, why are you here?”

The action of closing the hospital room door strained her wound slightly, and Violet Zimmerman subtly furrowed her brow, smiling as she said, “I heard you were hospitalized, so I came to see you.”

“Violet, you…” Joseph Lancaster wanted to ask if Violet’s wound had healed, but he swallowed the words.

After all, it was all because of him. If not for him, the mother of his son wouldn’t have suffered so much.

“Lie down quickly, you’re not fully recovered yet.” Violet Zimmerman walked in, placed the enamel basin on the table beside him, and helped Joseph Lancaster back onto the bed.

Holding back the heartache, Violet Zimmerman smiled and asked, “How did you faint out of the blue? Have you not been resting well these days?”

Violet Zimmerman forced a cheerful appearance, which made Joseph Lancaster’s heart ache. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, “Violet! Your wound… is it better?”

Joseph Lancaster furrowed his brow, not wanting to bring it up, afraid of hurting her pride, but his concern from deep within was overpowering.

Violet Zimmerman lowered her gaze, her lips curving slightly, “I didn’t know Robert would see it, he must have been scared, he’s still so young…”

“Violet!” Joseph Lancaster seemed agitated. She had suffered so much, yet she was still worried about the child.

“It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, Daxton wouldn’t have made things difficult for you!”

Violet Zimmerman shook her head, tears started to fall. “No, I harmed you. If I hadn’t seduced you back then, you wouldn’t be like this now,”

For more than a day, Violet Zimmerman had been blaming herself. If it weren’t for her, at this age, Joseph Lancaster should have had a family of his own, with a wife and children.

Ultimately, it’s all her fault, “I really should’ve sought my own end back then, I shouldn’t have seduced you… I harmed you,”

At this point, Violet Zimmerman covered her face and cried aloud.

Joseph Lancaster felt a painful ache in his heart; the mother of his son, whom he couldn’t protect, it was his own incompetence.

He reached out to pull Violet Zimmerman nearer, leaning his forehead against hers, his eyes reddened, yet he smiled happily.

“Violet, you don’t need to blame yourself, it was my choice.” Joseph Lancaster paused and continued, “I promised you, and I will fulfill it; it wasn’t an impulsive decision, but a well-considered one!”

“No, don’t do this, Joseph, you’re still young, you should have a happiness of your own…” Violet Zimmerman shook her head in panic; just when she was about to say more, her lips were sealed by his warm ones.

Joseph Lancaster simply covered her lips with his but made no further move.

Daxton Lancaster stood at the hospital room doorway, observing through the small glass pane at the intimate kiss between the man and woman inside, listening to his brother and wife exchanging loving words, tightening the net bag in his hand.

Not trusting his brother, he arranged his work and bought some fruits to come over, unexpectedly witnessing such a vivid and deep scene.

His lips unconsciously curved slightly, not sure whether in irony or bitterness.

“Joseph, we shouldn’t be like this.” Inside the hospital room, Violet Zimmerman frantically pushed Joseph Lancaster away; she was here for a visit, not for an illicit affair.

After pushing away, she saw Joseph Lancaster still gazing at her tenderly; Violet Zimmerman hurriedly found an excuse, “Um, I brought you Alcohol Fermented Meatballs, I’m going to the bathroom, you eat first.”

“Go ahead, help me with the discharge when you return.” Joseph Lancaster gently patted her shoulder; initially, he hadn’t intended to stay in the hospital, but seeing Violet Zimmerman made him urgently want to leave.

As Violet Zimmerman turned around, Daxton Lancaster shifted his stance, leaning against the wall.

Violet Zimmerman left the hospital room hurriedly; seeing Daxton Lancaster leaning against the wall was shocking, instinctively murmuring, “Daxton, you…” shouldn’t you be at the company?

“Shh…” Daxton Lancaster put a finger to his lips, the gaunt finger playfully placed in front of his mouth, lips curved, eyes smiling faintly, pulling Violet Zimmerman closer, whispering softly, “I’ve noted everything, we’ll settle this later!”

Finished speaking, he walked into the hospital room with the net bag.

Violet Zimmerman…

Leaned absent-mindedly against the wall, forgetting to react.

“Big brother? Why are you here?” Seeing his big brother who was supposed to be at the company, Joseph Lancaster asked with confusion, holding the Alcohol Fermented Meatballs Violet had specially made for him.

“Not much going on at the company, just came to check on you.” Daxton Lancaster smiled, walking in, “I ran into your wife in the corridor earlier. She said you wanted to be discharged. What’s up? You’ve only been here a day, and can’t bear it anymore?”

Joseph Lancaster placed the enamel basin back on the table, “No, big brother, it’s not a major illness, just a headache and cold. There’s a lot at the company waiting for me to deal with, I don’t want to waste all my time here.”

As Joseph Lancaster put the fruit on the table, he casually glanced at the Alcohol Fermented Meatballs, casually saying, “Alright, I can still get an IV at home. Once your wife finishes the discharge procedures, I’ll take both of you back.”

“Thank you, big brother.”

Joseph Lancaster gave a perfunctory smile.

Daxton Lancaster sat on the hospital bed, placing a hand on Joseph Lancaster’s shoulder, “Thank what? We’re blood brothers, apart from parents, who else is closer than us in this world!”

Joseph Lancaster smiled again, saying nothing more.

Leaning against the wall beside the hospital room door, Violet Zimmerman finally walked in after a while, pretending as if nothing had happened. Almost as soon as she entered, Daxton Lancaster asked, “Have you finished the discharge procedures?”

“Ah? Oh, not yet, I just went to the bathroom, I’ll go now.” Violet Zimmerman, used to Daxton Lancaster’s duplicitous demeanor, smiled perfunctorily and pulled open the hospital room door.

“Come back!” Daxton Lancaster said with some helplessness, “You didn’t take anything, how are you supposed to handle the discharge!”

Saying this, he opened the drawer, took out the tickets he put in yesterday, offering them forward, “Here, take these, that’s what they need to process it.”

Violet Zimmerman responded and slowly stepped forward.

Daxton Lancaster sat on the hospital bed, watching her with a faint smile, fully aware she couldn’t walk too quickly because of her injuries, yet making no move to help.

Joseph Lancaster was anxious but dared not say anything, gripping tightly onto the blanket draped over him.

After Violet Zimmerman took the tickets to handle the discharge procedures, Daxton Lancaster turned, picked up the ceramic basin, and with thin fingers, ladled out a meatball to press against Joseph Lancaster’s lips.

“Joseph, eat one and try. Your wife hasn’t brought you late-night snacks for a while.”

Daxton Lancaster looked at his younger brother Joseph, and Joseph in turn looked at him, two identical phoenix-like eyes meeting, one revealing secrecy, the other gradually becoming dazed.