Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 246: A Conversation Long Overdue

Delphinia’s heels clicked softly against the polished hospital floor as she walked down the long, sterile corridor. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a pale glow, illuminating the pristine white walls lined with framed paintings—artificial attempts at warmth in an otherwise cold environment. Her fingers curled around the strap of her purse, knuckles slightly white from the pressure.

She hadn’t planned on coming. Even when Lyvia had told her about their father’s condition, Delphinia had thought she would feel nothing. But here she was, standing in front of the room where Robert Harrington lay, contemplating whether or not to push open the door.

Taking a deep breath, she finally stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, the blinds partially drawn. Machines beeped rhythmically beside the bed, the sound blending with the faint hum of the air conditioning. His father looked far different from the imposing figure she had grown up fearing. He was thinner, his usually commanding presence diminished by the fragility of illness. His once sharp eyes were sunken, his complexion pale against the stark white pillow.

For a moment, he didn’t notice her. His gaze was fixed on the IV line running into his arm. Then, as if sensing her presence, his head turned slightly, and his tired eyes met hers.

"Delphinia," he breathed, surprise flickering across his features.

She remained by the door, fingers tightening around the strap of her purse. "I heard you were sick."

His lips pressed together in something that might have been a smile. "Didn’t think you’d come."

"I wasn’t sure I would."

It wasn’t like her to hesitate so much. She had always been so sure, so composed. But today was different. The emotions of the last few weeks had shaken her in ways she hadn’t expected, and though she hated admitting it, she wasn’t sure what to make of everything anymore.

She had come because she cared—because despite the pain and everything else, he still meant something to her. Maybe she was afraid of what that would mean, but in this moment, all she knew was that she couldn’t just turn her back on him, not when he needed her, and maybe not even when she needed him.

Before coming here, she had been conflicted. She hadn’t known what to do, or what the right thing was. The idea of coming to visit her father seemed absurd at first—after everything that had happened, after all the complications, after all the distance they had put between themselves, she should have stayed away.

She should have kept herself safe, kept herself distant. Yet, something had been pulling at her. A nagging feeling in her chest that wouldn’t let her shake the thought of him alone, sick, in a hospital room.

"Delphinia, whatever you need to do... whatever you decide... I’ll be here. By your side. Always."

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart swelling with something unspoken. She wanted to say more, wanted to tell him just how much that meant to her, but she couldn’t find the words.

She had been so torn before, unsure of how to handle everything. But Evander’s support—his unwavering assurance—had made her realize she didn’t have to have everything figured out.

Evander had made everything easier, somehow.

Silence settled between them, thick and suffocating. Delphinia had expected this conversation to be difficult, but now, standing in front of him, she found herself unsure of where to begin. The years of neglect, the harsh words, the way he had cast her aside—it all lingered in the air between them.

Robert sighed and adjusted his position slightly, wincing as he did so. "I suppose I deserve that."

Delphinia’s fingers twitched at her sides. "I don’t know what you deserve," she admitted, her voice quiet. "I don’t know if I can forgive you."

His expression tightened, but he nodded. "I won’t ask you to."

She exhaled slowly, her gaze drifting toward the window. Outside, the sun had started to set, streaks of gold and orange painting the sky. "I spent so many years wondering why I was never enough for you. Why you always looked at me like I was a burden. And even now, I still don’t understand."

Robert swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "It wasn’t about you, Delphinia." His voice was hoarse, as if weighed down by regret. "I let my anger, my bitterness cloud everything. I see that now. But it doesn’t change what I did."

"No," she agreed. "It doesn’t."

Another silence stretched between them, but this time, it wasn’t as suffocating. Delphinia took a step closer, her hands falling to her stomach unconsciously. She had spent so long trying to sever herself from the man who had hurt her, yet here she was, tangled in the past once more.

After a moment, she spoke again, her voice softer. "You’re going to be a grandfather."

Robert’s head jerked slightly, eyes widening in shock. "What?"

"I’m pregnant," she said, the words feeling both foreign and liberating on her tongue.

For a second, he simply stared at her. Then, a strangled chuckle escaped him—dry and disbelieving. "A grandfather." He let the words settle before shaking his head. "I never thought..."

Delphinia tilted her head, watching the mix of emotions play across his face. "Neither did I."

His gaze shifted to her stomach, as if he could see the life growing within her. Something softened in his eyes. "I suppose this means you have everything I failed to give you."

She met his gaze without hesitation. "Yes."

He exhaled, closing his eyes briefly. "Good."

Delphinia felt an unexpected tightness in her chest. This wasn’t a reconciliation, not truly. But perhaps it was a beginning. A small step forward in a journey she wasn’t sure she wanted to take.

"I should go," she said after a moment, turning toward the door.

"Delphinia."

She paused, glancing back at him.

"I’m sorry."

She held his gaze, searching for the sincerity behind the words. Finally, she nodded once. "Rest, Father."

And with that, she stepped out of the room, leaving behind the ghosts of the past—at least for now.