NovelEnglishHe always enjoyed this kind of social gatherings, especially ones to celebrate his success.
However, his current mood was far from uplifted. Rena had not responded to any of his messages, and her silence weighed heavily on his mind.
As he exchanged pleasantries with others, he couldn’t help but think of Rena and the image of her playing the piano with closed eyes.
Despite their differences and conflicts, she still held a certain allure over him. Was it merely because she was his wife?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWaylen knew it was more than that. There was something deeper, something captivating about Rena that drew him in, something he wanted to possess beyond her physical beauty.
Half an hour later, he decided to call it a day.
Waylen politely declined the host’s kind offers and decided to return to the hotel. It was Valentine’s Day, and the city seemed to overflow with lovey-dovey couples, only amplifying his feelings of isolation.
As he drove his sleek white Bentley through the city streets, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment and loneliness.
Feeling the need for a moment of solitude, Waylen pulled over and rolled down the car window. He lit a cigarette, trying to calm his restless mind. A strange longing had stirred within him, a desire to be with someone on this special day.
Up ahead, he noticed a woman holding a little girl in her arms.
Their clothes were tattered, and their faces were covered in dust.
The sight was heart-wrenching as the mother held out a bowl, begging passers-by for money to buy some food for her child. It was pretty obvious that the child was sick.
At first, Waylen didn’t recognize them, but after a while, memories flooded back.
They were the wife and daughter of a defendant who had lost a significant economic case
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm—which Waylen won-in the past and later took his own life, leaving the family in dire straits.
Years had passed since then, and now they were living on the streets, struggling to survive.
Back then, Waylen might have turned a blind eye to their suffering, but now, looking at the child’s desperate state, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.
Seeing the child’s frail form made him think of his own child, Alexis, who had grown up ina life of luxury and comfort.
That little girl on the roadside used to be the apple of eye of a billionaire’s family as well.
He wondered if showing a little compassion in the past could have changed their fate, preventing this young girl from lying on the cold pavement, struggling to afford medical treatment and losing her father.
As he lost himself in these thoughts, the cigarette between his slender fingers burned out, and the ashes fell to the ground.
Waylen made a firm decision. He opened the car door and stepped out.
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