Chapter 1236 Chapter 1236: Harlee had found the courage to return to the Sanderson family because, even if they didn't accept her, she knew Tonya was there to support her. She had agreed to be with Rhys because, even if his affection proved insincere, she could count on Tonya's genuine support. Imagining a future devoid of Tonya and pondering how to continue unflinchingly seemed unthinkable.
Tonya tenderly wiped Harlee's tears, her voice soft. "It's alright. You'll move on." Tonya looked up with a reassuring smile. "If the Sanderson family ever treats you poorly, just leave. I have secured houses for you around the world, in Baythorn, Uwhor, Gruinia, and Claelia. Choose any. Make it your home." Listening, Harlee remained silent, overwhelmed by Tonya's typical foresight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTonya added, "If Rhys proves unfaithful, don't worry. I have instructed Jonathan to have a lineup of potential suitors ready for you. And if men no longer appeal to you, he'll find women for you. Just remember, women are women, and Tonya is Tonya. You must always rememberas your best friend." Harlee grasped Tonya's intent. Tonya's presence would remain steadfast beside her even in death, and they might reunite when she died one day. Harlee sat silently, gazing at Tonya as if to permanently capture her image in her mind.
"Alright, I've got that. When I'm sad, I'll talk to your photos," Harlee murmured.
Chapters live now at GV☐☐☐☐☐☐Tonya nodded, her smile gentle. "You might not hear my voice anymore, but that's fine. I'll always be looking out for you from heaven!" Suddenly, fatigue overtook Tonya. "Harlee, I'm tired. I'm going to rest for a bit. Don't misstoo much..." Harlee tightened her grip on Tonya's hand. Overwhelmed, she spat out blood, her blood staining Tonya's pale face and the blanket a deep crimson. Even at her life's end, Tonya remained as captivating as ever.
At that moment, the lines on the monitor flattened. Tonya never opened her eyes again to teasingly complain about the blood staining her. Outside the room, Jonathan leaned...
Against the wall, his tears uncontrolled as he beat both the wall and his chest in anguish.
Patrick's expression darkened further. He stood by sheer force of will, barely keeping upright.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRhys watched quietly, leaning against the wall. When Harlee coughed up blood, he started to step forward but stopped, deciding not to intrude.
After what seemed an eternity, Harlee wheeled herself out, her complexion ghostly. Her voice seemed to elude her. She took out her phone, typing for a long tbefore holding the memo up to her chest. “I'm exhausted. I'm going to my room to rest. Please, don't follow. Patrick, Jonathan, rest up. We still need to send them off. Ritchie wanted a lively funeral, so let's ensure it is joyful. And... Rhys, find the best band and funeral service. I want to send them off in the most fitting, relaxed manner." Rhys observed Harlee, his brow furrowed. Tonya was more significant to her than the Sanderson family or even himself. She must be shattered. Once sure they all had read her message, Harlee said nothing more and wheeled herself away. Rhys quickly followed.
Harlee removed his hand from the wheelchair and managed a forced smile to show she was alright. "Lee, I know how deeply this hurts you..." Rhys whispered.
Harlee placed her hand over his mouth and looked down to typen need to be alone in my room for a bit, okay?"
Rhys looked at Harlee's pale, forced smile and reluctantly agreed. “Okay, but just for today. Tomorrow, I will be by your side at every moment." Harlee offered a smile but continued e forward without affirmation. She didn't fully comprehend the concept of being alone. All she knew was that her once expansive world had narrowed, suffocating her in a dark void. Yet, it didn't truly matter. As long as she kept Tonya alive in her heart, her world would forever contain Tonya, making it seem as if Tonya had never truly left. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1