When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 68: The Feeling of a Father’s Love

Luna Axton was slightly taken aback, not expecting such a sharp question.

The man before her bore a slight resemblance to Dean Frost, and his refined, elegant demeanor was practically identical to Academician Frost’s.

She guessed he was Ethan Frost’s uncle—Dean Frost’s younger brother.

"Because our country’s medical system isn’t favorable toward Traditional Chinese Medicine, I want to be able to find a job with a decent income in the future."

She didn’t say that the state of Traditional Chinese Medicine was precarious, but her every word spoke of the barriers faced by its practitioners—of the struggles and compromises of those in the medical field.

You have to be able to support yourself before you can worry about anything else.

Russell Frost fell silent for a moment. Realizing he hadn’t introduced himself, he extended a hand. "Russell Frost."

Luna Axton took it. "I guessed who you were, I just didn’t know your name." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

She smiled sweetly. "Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

As she drew back her hand, the warmth of Uncle Frost’s palm lingered, a completely different feeling from Blaze Fairchild’s touch. It was steady and reliable, almost like the fatherly love she’d read about in books.

Luna Axton lowered her gaze and smiled faintly, hiding the longing in her eyes.

Russell Frost was also surprised at himself. ’Asking a young lady such a tricky question right after meeting her, what’s the difference between me and some malicious foreign reporter?’ he thought. Thankfully, he hadn’t scared her off.

"It’s our first time meeting. I haven’t been back in the country for a long time, and I wanted to chat with you young people, so I asked a couple more questions than I should have."

"Yes, Academician Frost also enjoys discussing these topics with me. I get the feeling he’s racing against time."

Russell Frost was touched but also felt a pang of guilt. It was always hard to be torn between duty and family. He was just glad his father was still in good health and was willing to spend time with the younger generation.

"Thank you for keeping him company."

Luna Axton looked up, her eyes pure and bright, like a spring of crystal-clear water.

She said, "I enjoy spending time with Academician Frost."

"You’re good at hiding, aren’t you? Instead of being here to fulfill your filial duties, you let this little girl who’s no relation to us do it for you. Have you no shame?" Academician Frost’s cold, interrogating voice cut in.

"Dad."

"Academician Frost."

Russell Frost and Luna Axton stood up in unison.

Academician Frost’s resentful gaze fell upon the younger son he hadn’t seen in three years. "Luna, you can sit."

’He’s my elder, and he’s not sitting,’ Luna thought. ’How can I, a junior, possibly sit down?’

Luna Axton was caught in an awkward position, not knowing whether to sit or stand.

She felt that the current atmosphere was not one she should remain in.

Fortunately, the people who had gone out to move things started trickling back in. "Academician Frost, Uncle Frost, I’ll let you two talk. I’m going to go help wash the vegetables and plate the food."

Many hands make light work. With everyone pitching in, the two pots of lamb soup were ready in no time.

The savory aroma of the lamb drifted through the air, carried by the BUBBLING sound from the pot.

Snow was falling in the courtyard while everyone inside gathered around the stove, sipping milky-white lamb soup and eating piping hot lamb.

"You’re all eating! Good, I made it in time." A familiar voice pulled Luna Axton from her reverie over the soup.

"Uncle Foster, what are you doing here?"

"Young Madam, the Young Master called home and asked me to bring some mulled wine for everyone."

Uncle Foster explained with a cheerful laugh. With a wave of his hand, a servant behind him brought in a thermal container.

Luna Axton felt a bit awkward. ’How could Blaze Fairchild send wine over during work hours?’

Lamb and wine did make for a delightful combination.

But...

Everyone turned to look at Academician Theodore Frost. It was still working hours; drinking probably wasn’t a good idea.

Theodore Frost smiled benevolently. "Go find some cups. We’ve eaten the lamb, now let’s drink the wine. Once you’re all warmed up, you can go home and rest. We have no patients today."

May Ford went to get some bowls, inviting Uncle Foster and the servant to eat with them.

Uncle Foster shook his head repeatedly, saying he still had work to do at home, and then turned to leave.

The group happily went to pour the mulled wine, from which some of the alcohol had already evaporated during the heating process.

Having mostly finished eating, May Ford, Mason Frost, and Russell Frost took their wine and sat on the porch to watch the snow.

"So, Luna Axton is Blaze’s wife?"

Russell Frost asked casually, as if making small talk, but the other two detected a hint of sadness in his voice.

May Ford and her husband exchanged a look, the smiles vanishing from their faces.

Blaze was such a pitiable child.

His mother had suffered from depression during her pregnancy and died after a difficult childbirth, having lost all hope. His father, devastated by the blow, became a monk, dedicating his life to a solitary existence.

Blaze had been their little sister’s favorite, and he was also the only son of their youngest brother’s best friend.

Now, so much had changed, and he was the only proof that his parents had ever existed.

The years had passed in a blur. That child was already married and would soon be a father himself.

Their youngest brother must have been reminded of their little sister, who had vanished without a trace.

Mason Frost wasn’t good with words. He frantically motioned with his eyes for his wife to speak.

May Ford gave a little laugh to ease the tension. "Yes, Luna is Blaze’s wife. Blaze got married so suddenly. We were quite shocked when we found out, too."

"But after spending time with Luna recently, I don’t think it’s strange at all that Blaze would marry her."

The two men raised their glasses and took a sip, listening silently as May Ford spoke.

"Even though Luna grew up in a single-parent household, she and her mother depended on each other, never abandoning one another. Ian Fairchild, on the other hand, is still alive, yet he let his son Blaze live like an orphan."

"We all saw how Blaze grew up. Luna has the kind of love and care that he always yearned for but never received. How could he not be drawn to her?"

Mason Frost summed it up. "If a need is never met, a person can be trapped by that absence for their entire life."

Russell Frost believed this wholeheartedly. He drained his glass in one gulp.

"There’s one more thing," Mason said. "Luna’s mother is sick, and Blaze came to me for help. When I saw her medical records, I actually got my hopes up for a moment."

"Why?" Russell Frost finally responded.

"Her name is Jenna Axton." Even now, Mason Frost could recall his excitement at the time. "In Chinese, her name is An Jiārén. The pronunciation is identical to our Adriana’s name. But it’s written with different characters... What a pity it wasn’t our Adriana."

Jiārén.

Jiārén.

He repeated the name silently in his mind.

Russell Frost’s breath hitched. A sharp, piercing pain stabbed at his heart, spreading in fine, dense threads.

’I’m in perfect health and have never had any heart problems during my physicals. Why would it hurt now?’

’I really shouldn’t have drunk Blaze’s wine.’

"Ah, this wine has made me quite warm. I’m going to take a walk outside and then head home."

Russell Frost placed his glass in his older brother’s hand and stood up to leave.

May Ford slapped Mason Frost’s leg. "Why did you have to bring up Adriana! Look how much you’ve upset our little brother."