My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 497

Every single word Abigail uttered was filled with the contempt of a person who was superior to others—it was her

disdain toward Alba and Rudy.

She didn't have the slightest bit of guilt even until now. The anxiety in her tone was only there because she was

afraid that May would blame her.

Abigail quickly came to a pause after being harshly scolded by May, but she soon nervously asked, "Are you

blaming me, May?"

May's face was now covered in tears as she stood in front of me. She looked as though she couldn't make sense of

Abigail's thoughts. She soon reached out to wipe her tears, but she somehow couldn't control her emotions as the

more tears rolled out the harder she wiped.

She choked, "So, your brother is noble, and Alba was lowly? Abigail, times have changed too much for you to still

have such thoughts. I don't know what to say to you now, but there is no such thing as a noble or lowly person. Alba

was no worse than your brother, and your brother is no nobler than Alba!"

"May, don't you know what a brilliant man Alfred is? As the sole heir of the Larson Family, he's the richest man in

the world! Moreover, he is good at everything. He is exceptionally handsome, and he loves you so much. What did

Alba and Rudy have to offer? You are taking Alfred for granted, May. Please, stop making things difficult for him.

Besides, I was the one who did all this. If you want to blame someone, blame me. And if scolding me is what will get

you to vent, do it. I understand."

Abigail still didn't know what she had done wrong. She was even oblivious to the sadness and irony in May's tone.

Right from the start, she didn't have the slightest hint of guilt because she thought of Alba's death as something as

insignificant as squashing an ant. Her brother was the only one whom she cared about. Just how selfish and cruel

could she be?!

I couldn't even begin to imagine what Alba experienced in the last two minutes before his death. He must have felt

the greatest despair in the world, and yet the perpetrator was bringing this up so nonchalantly!

"You're heartless, Abigail…"

Not getting through to Abigail or changing Abigail's deep-rooted thoughts, May cut the meaningless call and threw

herself into my arms as she cried her heart out.

"My heart's broken, Renee."

I could understand how broken she felt when I saw her cry. As I held my wailing friend tight, she continued to sob,

"Alba drove me away once. I knew why he was willing to go back to his family… That's why I didn't mind waiting for

him! I understood his circumstances! Look at me now. I ended up waiting for nothing. Alba is dead. We even fought

before he was gone. This is something that I can never forgive myself for! The world's a sh*t place, Renee. I don't

mind the wait, but why is it so difficult for us to want our own happiness? What should I do now? Should I divorce

Alfred? But I promised him that I'm his for the rest of my life unless he asks for a divorce. Also, he hasn't done any

wrong. His sister was the one who did all this without his knowledge, but how am I supposed to put up with being

with him?"

May being so sure that Alfred was clueless about this illustrated how much trust she had in him. It was just that

everyone was in an awkward position because of what had happened.

After all, everything Abigail did was for Alfred!

"May," I replied. "Do you still want to be with Sir Larson?"

I wanted to know what she really thought.

"I do. He cherishes me… He feels like home. I don't know if I love him, but I did promise him I'd stay with him for

life. I wouldn't dare go back on my word."

May had grown apprehensive.

I didn't know what I could do to comfort her, so I could only watch her get sadder. After I coaxed her for a while,

she picked up her phone again to give Sir a call.

Even with her tears streaming down her face, she refused to give up even when her calls repeatedly reached a

busy tone. Fortunately, Sir accepted her call at last.

"May." Sir's gentle voice rang out from the other end of the call.

"Alfred, Abigail contacted me earlier." May tried hard to keep her tearful voice calm. She didn't want to let him see

her being weak and sad.

Sir only asked after a brief pause, "What for?"

"She admitted that she was the one who did it. Why did you hide it from me? Did you want me to misunderstand

you, Alfred?"

Both May and I heard his soft reply coming from the phone then. "May, it's true that she was the one who did it, but

her way of thinking… My parents and all the other elders pamper her because she's the only daughter in my family,

that's why she… she's always been a little selfish and condescending. The family is all that she cares about. She

doesn't care about anyone else's life or death. I've always scolded her and even distanced myself from her because

of this, but she's my sister no matter what. As her older brother, I'm obligated to take responsibility for her

wrongdoings. Also, it wouldn't change a thing even if I told you that she was the one who did it.

"Abigail is one of the Larsons, and your not forgiving the family naturally means that you won't forgive me either. I

don't want you to hate us. At the very least, you'll still be the honorable Mrs. Larson. Just… pretend that it was all

me. Hate me."

At Alfred's reasonable explanation, May stayed quiet for a second before suddenly asking, "Do you think Alba was a

lowly person as well, Alfred? Have you always looked down on him?"

May's question was specific, but she wanted a sure answer.

I knew that she wanted an answer that was different from Abigail's.

Sir fell silent upon hearing her question. Just as both of us thought he wouldn't answer, he calmly replied, "Yes."

The tears stopped falling from May's eyes instantly. Alfred then continued, "May, I do not mean to look down on

anyone. Or rather, I don't bother to have such thoughts! But if you want to ask about Alba, I definitely have never

looked up to him. H was nothing special. He had never done anything great that shocked me, so why should I look

up to him? You best believe that society is divided into classes. It is not surprising for Abigail to have such thoughts.

But May, I envied Alba very much. I envy his willingness to sacrifice himself for you. I admire him from the bottom

of my heart."

Sir softly added when May reached out to wipe her tears away. "I'm willing to sacrifice myself for you any time as

well."

"Alfred, I'm a person from the lower class as well. I'm also a lowly nobody. I don't deserve you…"

"May, statuses don't matter in love."

May choked when she heard his words. As she closed her eyes, she heard him gently reminding her, "May, what

Abigail did was wrong. I want to apologize to you as her brother. I don't wish for you to forgive her, but I hope you

take care of yourself. Don't get too upset."

She was sobbing so badly that she couldn't continue the call. After she hung up, she looked at me. "What should I

do?" she cried.

Sir wasn't the one who did something wrong, yet he was the one taking the responsibility for it.

This was a tough choice for May, but she couldn't put it off any longer—she had to choose between Alfred and Alba.

In a low voice, I asked her, "Whom would you choose?"