Chapter 24
He sat quietly in the enclosed space, his mind filled with thoughts of that day three years ago.
What kind of feelings had Natalie experienced sitting here?
What had she been thinking then?
Was she desperate?
In pain?
Did her heart feel like his now–constantly twisted by a knife, painful to the point of breathlessness?
So even someone as selfish as him could feel regret.
She had said she wanted to go to the Southwest, wanted to go with him and her grandmother.
But he had lost that innocent, carefree Natalie…
Natalie returned to the small town.
Ruby threw her a birthday party.
The theme was “Celebrating New Life.”
That night, many people came to her birthday party.
There were their guests, neighboring friends from the town, and people they had helped before.
They played until late into the night before Natalie finally lay down on her soft bed.
Under Christian’s intense psychological torture, Charlotte had gone completely insane.
She couldn’t answer any questions, only remembering that she didn’t want to go to the psychiatric hospital.
But she was ultimate ent back to the psychiatric hospital anyway.
She struggled frantically, her eyes filled with tears.
She kept shouting Christian’s name, but no longer out of love.
She cursed him hoarsely as if using all her strength, directing every ugly and filthy word at him.
Then she collapsed heavily.
The trauma had caused her lower body to become paralyzed with stress disorders–she could no longer care for herself.
Before long, Charlotte died on a filthy hospital bed.
Three years later.
The man who liked Grace had been courting her for two and a half years, finally moving her with his sincerity.
Lisa returned to school. The old wounds were healed by family affection and warmth, making her confident and sunny again.
Ruby became obsessed with cooking, starting to compete with Maya for kitchen use.
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But only the sisters dared to eat what she made.
Natalie replanted many fruits and vegetables in the bed–and–breakfast’s yard.
Visiting tourists could taste them for free.
Their bed–and–breakfast became a local landmark attraction.
That winter, the town welcomed its first snow of the season.
The women ran happily through the laughter–filled air.
Outside the yard, a desolate figure appeared lonely and forlorn.
Only when hearing that familiar laughter did he seem to feel warmth within his body.
He wore a thick hat, trying to hide his sparse hair from chemotherapy.
He swallowed back the burning sensation in his eyes.
He turned away without disturbing the people inside.
“Natalie, I wish you happiness–happiness forever…”
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