NovelEnglishChapter 483
What a pity...
Was she really going to leave this world with regrets?
Audrey held Anthea's hand tightly and continued, "Annie, I'm the only family Alex has left in this world. Once I'm
gone, he'll be all alone. He's always been afraid of the dark and loneliness since he was a child. If you have the
time, could you visit him now and then, like a grandmother would?"
Anthea nodded gently, "Of course, you can count on me."
"Thank you, dear Annie."
With that, Audrey turned her gaze towards Alex, reaching out her other hand. "Alex, Alex."
"I'm here."
Alex walked over and took her hand.
"Grandma's tis up; I'm about to leave..." Audrey said softly. "There's an old saying: the dying have nothing
but kind words. Alex, let the past remain in the past. Your father and stepmother have been gone for so long.
Promiseyou'll let go of those memories and live a good life, alright?"
Alex remained silent; his downcast eyes betrayed no hint of emotion.
Anthea glanced up at Alex.
"Can't you promisethat, so | can leave peacefully?" Audrey's voice cracked as she was overcby a fit of
coughing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinally, Alex spoke slowly, "I'm sorry, | can't make that promise lightly."
Audrey closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
After a long pause, she spoke again, "Alex, | hope you have a smooth life ahead and can move on from the
past..." She suddenly opened her eyes, turning her head towards the doorway, a smile blossoming on her lips.
"Dear, you're here to take me..."
Anthea turned her gaze slightly.
There was no one there.
When she looked back at Audrey, the old woman had closed her eyes forever.
A vibrant life had just slipped away before her eyes, and Anthea couldn't hold back her tears. "Audrey!"
Alex handed Anthea a clean handkerchief.
Anthea met his gaze.
"Do you think I'm heartless?" Alex asked, his expression unchanged.
His own grandmother had passed away right in front of him, yet he hadn't shed a single tear.
To Anthea, he must seem like a cold-hearted monster.
Anthea took the handkerchief, "Don't judge others unless you've walked in their shoes." No one truly knew what
Alex had been through, so no one had the right to judge him.
Alex was taken aback.
No one had ever said that to him before.
The words he was most used to hearing were: parents are never wrong.
Everyone said he was ruthless, that he'd done the unthinkable by killing his father.
But who knew why he did it?
No one ever asked.
Alex turned to Hazel, "Hazel, she's gone. Can you handle the arrangements?"
Hazel wiped her tears, "Of course."
Meanwhile, in Pellonia.
It was one in the morning.
A Rolls-Royce glided down the opulent streets.
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window.
That man was Sherman.
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Even the most ruthless thugs would steer clear when they recognized his belongs
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Just then, Sherman noticed a group of four or five Pellonians attacking a Luxphinian man.
The car sped past.
Sherman only caught a glimpse before he barked, "Stop the car!"
The driver halted immediately.
Several bodyguards jumped out and fired a warning shot into the air.
The attackers scattered in fear.
On the ground lay a man, his white shirt soaked in blood, his briefcase strewn about.
Sherman hadn't expected to encounter Nanson here.
Nor had he expected to inadvertently rescue him.
Could this be a chance to mend fences?
"Mr. Yeager, are you alright?"
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