97 Visiting His Parents (1/2)
Lyndon arrived at the airport of country P. His car is already waiting for him and Uncle Dan manned the driver's seat and sitting beside him was Arthur.
He carried an aloof and gloomy aura with him so far from the warm person he had been when Misha was still with him.
They drove past through the highways and went straight to the Lincoln's mansion.
When Rodora received Lyndon's call, she knew that something was wrong but she did not know what it was. She had no idea but thinking that her son came to visit them, she prepared a sumptuous meal for them.
She personally cooked as she dismissed all of their people when they went back. She wanted to take care of Albert personally and also, she did not want to create any gossip for her family. She had enough of that during the time that Leo was still with them. She knew how society viewed cases like Albert's, they will find it disgusting or she will receive pity from strangers and she did not want that more than anyone.
However, she hired a professional nurse to help her from time to time. And now, the nurse was taking care of Albert while she busied herself in the kitchen.
The gate opened automatically and Rodora ran across the living room to open the door for his son. She missed him greatly specially her grandchildren.
When Albert saw the gate was opened, he on the other hand wanted to get down to the living area to see who is the visitor.
Now, his health deteriorated to the point that he will often forget things for a second. His doctor, encouraged him to have a diary.
As much as he hated it because it sounded so childish, he still followed the doctor's advice. He kept writing it until now.
Conrad, his nurse, helped him to get down to the living room where Lyndon and Rodora caught up things.
”Where's father?” Lyndon asked his mother as he sipped the warm water Rodora had given.
”He's upstairs...” she gazed at the staircase leading to the second floor of the house. When she was about to get up and get Albert, she spotted Conrad and Albert walking down and heading towards them.
”Who's he?” the first thing he asked Rodora. Seeing that his father had already forgotten him, he could not help but feel hurt.
”Albert, dear... He's our son. Lyndon...” Rodora explained.
”Son? I... I don't have a son... We're just married right?” Albert asked. He did not remember that he had been a proud father of Lyndon Lincoln. He kept gazing at the him like he was a stranger to his eyes.
”Well, he's handsome and he had the same aura and face like mine... Ahhh... If I had a son, then, he's going to be like you when he grows up.” Albert remarked. Upon hearing this, Rodora could not help but shed a tear.