Chapter 46: You, I Want Too
Bianca continued, her voice filled with longing, "You know what? I want to watch sunrises and sunsets with you. I want you to see me wearing the dresses you give me. I want you to see with your own eyes how well I cook the dishes I learned for you. Terrence, I want to experience all the beautiful things in this world with you."
She gently kissed his eyes: "Besides, the Anderson Group needs you. Those people who think they can cause trouble just because you can't see well, those who are scheming behind the scenes—they all need you to deal with them personally. You need to show them that Mr. Anderson is back, and stronger than ever."
These words struck something deep inside Terrence.
Terrence looked toward her blurry outline.
"Okay," he said.
Bianca cheered and threw herself into his arms again, kissing his cheek enthusiastically: "I knew it."
Terrence was infected by her passionate reaction, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a very slight smile.
He raised his hand, trying to touch her face.
"Before I can see clearly," his deep voice was particularly clear in the night, "let me remember you this way first."
Bianca's heart ached. She held his hand against her cheek: "Then you better remember well. When you can see again, if you don't recognize me, I'm going to be mad."
Terrence chuckled softly.
The next day, Bianca immediately contacted Hugo.
When she told him that Terrence was willing to accept treatment and had already shown initial signs of vision recovery, Hugo was so excited on the phone that his voice changed.
After arranging everything, Bianca returned to the study, the tenderness on her face replaced by calm.
She opened a drawer and took out a thick stack of documents.
These were the evidence Bianca had compiled over the past few days of her stepmother Thea's misappropriation of her mother Daphne's inheritance.
The properties, jewelry, and even some original shares of the Rodriguez Group that Daphne had left before her death had been transferred and embezzled by Thea over the years under various pretexts.
Glenn turned a blind eye, and Blair benefited greatly from it.
Bianca used to be foolish, but not anymore.
Bianca flipped through the evidence piece by piece, her eyes cold.
This was enough to make Thea return everything she took, with interest.
But Bianca wasn't in a hurry.
When the time came, she would settle both old and new scores together.
She stood up, stretched her somewhat stiff shoulders and neck, and her gaze fell on the orchid by the window that she had been carefully tending.
After her devoted care over these days, it had finally sprouted a flower stem in recent days, with light purple buds faintly visible among the slender leaves.
The next morning.
When Bianca walked into the master bedroom holding the orchid, Terrence had just finished washing up in the bathroom.
He wasn't wearing sunglasses. Hearing her footsteps, he turned his head.
His vision was slowly improving as he adapted to light. Although things were still blurry, he could roughly make out shapes and shadows.
"What's this?" he asked, his voice carrying the slight hoarseness typical of morning.
Bianca carefully placed the pot on the small round table near the balcony, where the light was good but not direct.
She took his hand and guided his fingertips to gently touch the smooth surface of the orchid leaves.
"It's for you," her voice was soft. "I've been growing it especially for you. Look, it's about to bloom."
"Why are you giving me this?"
Bianca stood in front of him, cupping his face with both hands.
"Because its meaning is faith and courage." She spoke each word seriously and earnestly. "Terrence, I believe you'll get better. No matter how long the treatment takes or what we go through, I'll be with you."
Bianca remembered that in her past life, Terrence never got timely treatment and ended up with lasting problems.
Terrence stood there frozen, indescribable emotions surging in his chest.
He had heard too much flattery, too much fake concern.
But she was willing to wait with him.
He raised his hand and covered hers on his cheek, his palm warm.
"Bianca," he called her name softly, his voice touched and hoarse. "You always..."
Always catch me off guard.
Bianca stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his slightly pursed lips: "I don't care. Anyway, I've given you the flower, so you have to take good care of it. From now on, when I help you water it every day, you should touch it too and feel it growing."
Before she finished speaking, Terrence suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her tightly into his embrace, and kissed her.
Bianca was startled at first, then softly responded, wrapping her arms around his neck.
After a long while, Terrence finally pulled back slightly, his forehead against hers, his breathing uneven.
"The flower, I'll take care of it," he promised in a low voice. "And you—I want you too."
Bianca's cheeks warmed. She buried her face in his shoulder and laughed softly: "I'm already yours."
In the afternoon, Terrence received a call from Yasmin asking them to come back to The Anderson Mansion for dinner.
When Terrence and Bianca arrived.
Yasmin was sitting in a wicker chair in the courtyard. Seeing them walk over hand in hand, her gaze lingered especially on Terrence's face without sunglasses, relief passing through her eyes.
"You're here?" Yasmin beckoned Bianca to sit beside her, holding her hand and patting it. "You look good, and Terrence looks better too."
"Grandma," Bianca greeted obediently.
Terrence sat down in the chair beside her, nodding slightly.
After they chatted about family matters for a bit, Yasmin's gaze moved between Terrence and Bianca: "You've gotten your marriage certificate. What are your plans next?"
Bianca didn't catch on right away: "What do you mean, Grandma?"
Yasmin smiled and gave Bianca a look: "What else could I mean? A child! You're both not getting any younger. You should think about having a baby. While I'm still healthy, I can help you take care of it."
Bianca's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she instinctively looked at Terrence.
Terrence's expression didn't change. He simply said calmly: "There's no rush. Bianca is still young, and my eyes are still being treated."
"Treatment and having a child don't conflict."
Yasmin spoke earnestly, "Having a child will make the home livelier. Terrence, you need to give the Anderson family an heir."
Just then, the butler Quincy led a young woman into the courtyard.
"Mrs. Anderson, Ms. Sharp is here."
Bianca looked up.
Hestia Sharp was about twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing a cream-colored silk dress, her long hair draped softly over her shoulders, with delicate features.
Hestia was carrying an elegant gift box and walked over with a proper smile.
"Mrs. Anderson, it's been a while." Hestia greeted Yasmin first.
Then Hestia's gaze turned to Terrence, her eyes darkening slightly.
"Terrence, I heard you got married. Congratulations. I just got back to the country a few days ago and came specially to visit."
Terrence nodded.
Hestia seemed used to this kind of reaction from him. Her smile unchanged, she finally turned her gaze to Bianca, looking her up and down before extending her hand: "You must be Terrence's wife? You're as beautiful as the rumors say. I'm Hestia, the granddaughter of Mrs. Anderson's old friend. I used to come to The Anderson Mansion often as a child, so Terrence and I kind of grew up together."