Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400 Extra: Frederick’s Story (Part Two)

Helena had heard people joke that with an investor as generous as theirs, the whole team could probably settle in Loscoqua for good.

After that happened a few times, Frederick stopped sending out packages.

Then one day, Helena realized Frederick was missing.

She asked around in a panic, only to find out he wasn’t in any trouble–he had just gone back to Dracovia for something important.

It was odd. Why did she automatically assume something bad had happened to him?

Maybe it was because there was always a touch of gloom behind his smile.

Frederick returned not long after.

The next time she ran into him in the jungle, she asked brightly, “Frederick, did you find your butterfly?”

People said the last time Frederick went home after all those years abroad, it was because there had been news about the butterfly he’d been tracking for so long.

He smiled, looking relaxed. “I found her. I saw her find a place where she really belonged, with someone to look after her.”

“Congratulations, then?”

“Thank you.”

Soon, Frederick was back to burying himself in his research.

He worked tirelessly, losing himself in it.

Those little insects were his only real connection to the world.

Helena thought he would keep living that way forever–until the day he collapsed beside some nameless creek, or ended up in the belly of a giant python.

Years later, after Helena returned home from college, she found that Frederick had returned to sending out butterfly specimens with renewed energy.

She asked if they were still for that girl who was as beautiful as a blue morpho butterfly.

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He shook his head with a smile. “No, these are for a little girl named Leah Scott.”

He said Leah was his niece.

Helena couldn’t help being curious. Why was Frederick’s niece’s last name Scott?

She’d studied Dracovian literature in college and learned about their family traditions. By rights, Leah should have the last name Romero, just like Frederick.

But that didn’t matter. Frederick was so proud, showing everyone photos and videos of his little niece.

She was absolutely, unbelievably adorable.

Helena thought, No one could possibly resist the charm of little Leah.

At four or five years old, Leah was at that age when kids were bursting with curiosity and imagination. She loved hearing about the colorful world of insects her uncle Frederick described.

Helena once caught Frederick on a video call with his little angel. Leah’s sweet, childish voice was indignant as she complained about her dad.

“Daddy said he’s known Mom longer than I have, so of course they’re closer. Liar! I’m the one who came out of Mom’s belly, so I’m closer to her. Hmph, he thinks he can fool me? I’m not three anymore.”

The way she pouted with pride made it obvious she was loved and cherished.

Even if her parents teased her and said she was found in a dumpster, Leah would always believe she was their precious little girl.

Later, she told Frederick she’d secretly drawn a giant turtle on her dad’s face before bed so he’d go to work without looking in the mirror, ultimately making a fool of himself. Even Frederick, who was usually a reserved person, burst out laughing.

That beautiful little angel really seemed to heal the whole world.

At the end of the call, Leah announced with a giggle that, to avoid a spanking, she’d decided to run away from home.

She’d asked her godmother, Whitney, to cover for her, and that afternoon, Whitney was coming to Loscoqua with Mandy, who was traveling abroad for work.

She even hinted to Frederick that he should prepare some cool insects to welcome her.

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