NovelEnglishAlthough the Southern Star Syndicate had been saved, there was no progress in Elias' case.
Meanwhile, Ralph, following Bella's instructions, had people closely monitoring Aaron's movements.
After handling all the funeral arrangements for Lance, Christopher visited his mother, Sophie, at a top-tier nursing hin Savrow. Sophie had withered away to little more than skin and bones. She sat in a wheelchair with her back to her son, tended to by a caregiver, basking in the sunlight of a garden.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut the sight was heartbreaking, her frail body seeming as if it could disintegrate into ashes under the warm rays and be carried away by the breeze.
"Mr. Iverson, your mother's condition is very bad," the attending doctor said with a worried expression, shaking his head.
"She's in the late stages of Alzheimer's. It's not just her memory-her ability to speak is also deteriorating. Moreover, your mother has a heart condition, which only increases the risk in this advanced stage." Christopher sighed heavily, pressing his dry, pale lips together.
"There's no cure for Alzheimer's disease. My advice is to spend as much twith her as you can. Make her remaining days asfortable and happy as possible." "Who said that there's no cure?" The man's voice was raspy, as if burned by fire, muttering under his breath.
"Excuse me? What did you say?" The doctor was taken aback.
"Who told you there's no cure for my mother's condition? Who told you she's beyond saving?!" Christopher's eyes turned red as he suddenly erupted, his voice hoarse and desperate.
His emotions were clearly spiraling out of control.
"There is a cure. There will be a cure soon... It's not cancer. Why can't it be treated?!" Christopher grabbed the doctor by the collar, his grip so tight that it nearly lifted the man off the ground.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe doctor was terrified, but fortunately, Taylor arrived just in tto pull Christopher away.
"Mr. Iverson, please calm down. He's just an ignorant fool who doesn't know anything. He understands nothing!" Christopher's chest heaved as though it were on fire. He took slow steps toward his mother.
Waving the caregiver away, he knelt beside Sophie and tended to her with the utmost gentleness.
"Mom... I'm here to see you. Christopher is here." After a while, Sophie slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at Christopher as if frozen in time. "Mom..." "Lance... What will it take for you to believe me?" Suddenly, a faint light flickered in Sophie's eyes, though it n was fragmented and weak. She spoke slowly, each word laborious, "I've never... Had anyone else. I only... Have... You..." Christopher was stunned, tightly gripping his mother's frail, stick-like hand, inadvertently leaving crescent-shaped marks on jel et skin with his fingers. "Mom! Look carefully at who I am! I'm your son, Christopher! Mom!" "Lance... Take me... Home..." Tears welled up in Sophie's eyes as she raised her hand to gently caress Christopher's cheek.
Christopher felt as if he had been struck by lightning, the blood in his veins turning cold. His teeth clenched so tightly they ground together.
et She had mistaken him for her husband. In these final days of her life, she had otten her own son, yet she still remembered the man who had hurt her so deeply. The excruciating pain he felt in that moment. How could anyone else understand? "Mom... Lance is already dead." Christopher's once gentle gaze turned dark and icy, forming a hard, cold shell. "I killed him. I avenged you." "From now on, I'm all you need."
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