It was terrible being sick. However, to me, every painful episode was like another step closer to liberation. So, there wasn't much that I could complain about.At first, when Hal found out about it, he kept smiling brightly at me at every chance he had, yet his smiles never reached his eyes and looked even sadder than actual crying. One night, he suddenly woke me up in my sleep and told me that he was taking me away.We quietly escaped the hospital without raising the alarm and came to a quaint, quiet little town that was far away from the bustling city center, farther to the south. There, the sun was gentle, and it often had light showers throughout the day, the weather making it perfect for someone in their recovery period.Hal made sure to plant the yard he rented full of my favorite roses. However, since it took too long for the flowers to bloom, he uprooted them all and replaced them with flower bushes that were already in full bloom.In the end, he would change out the ros
When Hal came out of the airport, Finnegan and his men immediately stopped him by getting in his way.Finnegan no longer stood as straight as he used to. He also no longer carried his air of grace as before. In fact, to Hal, Finnegan barely even looked human.Finnegan demanded my ashes from Hal, but Hal simply replied, "I buried her ashes in the rose garden."Unexpectedly, Finnegan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He rushed up to Hal, meaning to throw punches at him. Luckily, the Hendersons reacted in time and hurriedly separated them both.Hal pointed at Finnegan and yelled, "Finnegan Churchill, stop acting like a lovesick bastard! Who are you trying to impress? Admit it! You don't know how to love anybody, and you'll never know how because the only person you love is yourself!""I loved her! She also told me that she would only love me for the rest of her life!" Finnegan roared back in response.Hal just cackled loudly and said in a bone-chilling voice, "That's right. She
Last month, at the dinner event, Colette Brooke lost her balance and fell down the stairs.There had only been the two of us present at that time. When Finnegan Churchill rushed over, Colette told him that I was the one who pushed her down.After begging many specialists and surgeons for treatment, Colette could finally walk again. However, her dance career was ruined, and she could no longer fulfill her dream of being a professional dancer. Of course, Finnegan immediately thought that I was the culprit who ruined her dreams. So, he rushed over to demand an explanation from me.I lived in a run-down apartment in a very old residential building. Half of the building had been declared unsafe and demolished, so there weren't many people living here anymore.I had only managed to find this place after asking around for ages.Although the ceiling was leaky during rainy days, it was good enough for me because the monthly rent was just less than a hundred dollars.At that moment, I wa
Finnegan now had bodyguards, a driver, and a luxury car to ferry him wherever he wanted. He was no longer the little boy with impaired vision who was abandoned by his family. He had ruled with a merciless hand to get to where he was today as the head of the Churchill family.I curled up in a corner of the car, hugging my own arms as I occasionally glanced out of the window. I realized that the scene outside was quite familiar to me.Eventually, my hunches were right. This was the chapel in the caves that I'd often come to in the past to pray for Finnegan's speedy recovery.I glanced at him. He was toying mindlessly with his buttons.For those past three years, he hadn't stepped foot out of his room because he refused to. Therefore, his skin had been so pale he looked like a ghost. As of now, some color had returned to his cheeks and complexion, making his prominent facial features stand out. He looked healthier than ever."What are we doing here?" I asked, signing to him.Finnega
Finnegan looked like he didn't want to waste another minute talking to me. He whipped out his phone and called his secretary.Seeing this, I immediately rushed up to him, but the bodyguards quickly held me back."Don't call! Don't call!" I yelled, repeated those two words with every ounce of strength I had left in my body. My throat muscles constricted at the pressure and caused a piercing pain to shoot down my esophagus."I'll kneel…"Under Finnegan's watchful eyes, I shuffled over to the first step and looked up at the flight of stairs carved into the stone, letting my mind wander. I was hesitating."Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I thought. "I know you told me that I always had to repay everyone in full for the kindness they showed me. I have no way to repay Gordon for his kindness, but I cannot allow his hard work to go to ruins because of me."The bakery that Gordon owned was just a very small family bakery run by himself. In the past, I had lived a luxurious life as Ms. Brooke and n
Finnegan still followed me up the stairs, keeping a cold gaze on me as we slowly ascended. There wasn't a hint of pity in his eyes at all."If you knew this would happen to you earlier, you should never have pushed Colette down the stairs. You'd never have ended up like this."I was tired of trying to explain myself. I was tired of struggling. Finnegan's voice floated into my head, and suddenly, his voice no longer sounded familiar to me. It was as if he was nothing but a stranger.He might have been part of my childhood growing up, but now, he was no longer the Finnie whom I knew. He was just Finnegan Churchill, nothing more."Keep going," he ordered.I was just about to lift my legs when the pain got so bad that I couldn't help but fall backward.While falling down, I quickly grabbed onto the steps beneath me as ferociously as I could. I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers.I couldn't afford to fall down the steps. If I did, I would
That was my last and final wish.Then, I slowly closed my eyes, used up the last of my energy on making the wish, and finally fainted from the pain.While in my unconscious state, I somehow heard the worker tell Finnegan, "Your name's quite uncommon, but I feel like I've seen it many times before."…The next time I woke up, I was at the hospital. The pungent smell of disinfectant hung in the air, aggressively invading my senses.Finnegan wasn't with me anymore. I heard from the nurse that the chapel worker had called for an ambulance and sent me here.My wounds and injuries had been treated and wrapped up in gauze. They had also fixed plates around my knees so I could stand.I paid for the hospital bill with the last of my savings. The doctor advised me to stay longer for treatment, but I didn't have any more money left on me. In the end, I could only grit my teeth as I painfully hobbled my way out of the hospital.I walked out to the streets and caught sight of my reflection in the w
The nurse on duty answered him politely, "Sir, Ms. Brooke is an adult. She can sign her discharge papers herself."Ms. Brooke? Colette Brooke? Was she at the hospital, too?I saw that Finnegan was holding a report in his hands. For some reason, his hand was shaking.I quickly lowered my head, worried that he would see me and unleash his fury upon me next."Hey, Winter! I'm back! The doctor said that you're A-okay!"I felt like a cat on a hot tin roof. I quickly gave Hal a look and quickly blinked at him, asking him to keep his voice low.As it turned out, Hal never got my message and came over to me with a chuckle. "What's wrong with your eyes? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to get them checked, too?"As I dreaded, Finnegan immediately noticed us and stormed over in his coat, his face dark and thunderous."Winter Brooke!"Finnegan sounded anxious and impatient when he called out my name. Thinking about how he treated me before, I immediately felt afraid and held on to the hem of H
When Hal came out of the airport, Finnegan and his men immediately stopped him by getting in his way.Finnegan no longer stood as straight as he used to. He also no longer carried his air of grace as before. In fact, to Hal, Finnegan barely even looked human.Finnegan demanded my ashes from Hal, but Hal simply replied, "I buried her ashes in the rose garden."Unexpectedly, Finnegan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He rushed up to Hal, meaning to throw punches at him. Luckily, the Hendersons reacted in time and hurriedly separated them both.Hal pointed at Finnegan and yelled, "Finnegan Churchill, stop acting like a lovesick bastard! Who are you trying to impress? Admit it! You don't know how to love anybody, and you'll never know how because the only person you love is yourself!""I loved her! She also told me that she would only love me for the rest of her life!" Finnegan roared back in response.Hal just cackled loudly and said in a bone-chilling voice, "That's right. She
It was terrible being sick. However, to me, every painful episode was like another step closer to liberation. So, there wasn't much that I could complain about.At first, when Hal found out about it, he kept smiling brightly at me at every chance he had, yet his smiles never reached his eyes and looked even sadder than actual crying. One night, he suddenly woke me up in my sleep and told me that he was taking me away.We quietly escaped the hospital without raising the alarm and came to a quaint, quiet little town that was far away from the bustling city center, farther to the south. There, the sun was gentle, and it often had light showers throughout the day, the weather making it perfect for someone in their recovery period.Hal made sure to plant the yard he rented full of my favorite roses. However, since it took too long for the flowers to bloom, he uprooted them all and replaced them with flower bushes that were already in full bloom.In the end, he would change out the ros
Hal came back from the police station. For the next few days, he was the one staying by my side at the hospital.I thought that I had only dreamed of Finnegan coming to visit me that night. However, I soon realized that I never received the text message from the bank reminding me to make my payments on time this month."How brutal. I can't believe he'd do this to his own fiancée," Hal said, reading the news on his phone while peeling an apple for me.Seeing that I was interested, he stuck the peeled apple into my mouth and said, "Here. I'll read it out for you. Finnegan Churchill's fiancée, Colette Brooke, was sentenced to ten years and six months of prison for various crimes."But Finnegan appealed with more evidence and increased her sentence to 12 years and two months. Apparently, he's still searching for even more evidence."I didn't know what to say. Everything just felt like a dream to me.Hal saw that I was staring into space and suddenly asked me, "By the way, my dad just
The nurse injected a sedative into me. Amid the chaos, the police had been called, and they brought everyone away.I fell into a deep sleep. I had never had such peaceful sleep for as far as I could remember.It was late at night, and the ward was deathly quiet. Only the corridors outside the ward were rightly lit.The handle on the door to my ward creaked slowly as someone applied pressure to it. Finnegan then slid into the room, illuminated briefly by the corridor lights reflecting off of him. I noticed that his clothes were a little messy, and he looked like he was in a hurry."Winnie, are you okay?" he asked, rushing over to me and crouching down by my bed. He held my hand and placed it on his forehead, hurriedly repeating the same sentence over and over again.A while later, I felt the gauze wrapped around my hand getting wet with tears.Was he crying?It was probably the sedative the nurse gave me, or maybe the news I'd just learned that I wouldn't live past three more m
A short while later, Finnegan's secretary and bodyguards arrived. They seemed to be in a rush as they handed something over to him. It looked like a bunch of white-colored strips.It suddenly dawned on me that those were the white ribbons from the chapel. Did Finnegan think that wishing to be with Colette once wasn't enough for him? How many times did he want to make that wish?Should I also tell him that it would be less effective if he made too many wishes at the same time? Or that the wishing ribbons wouldn't work if he brought them away from the chapel grounds?I sat in the hospital bed anxiously while Hal played some mobile games next to me. While gaming, he said, "I was just wondering who it could be, daring to challenge me again. Turns out, it's Finnegan Churchill, the faker."Faker?Hal could tell that I was surprised without even having to look at me. "Don't you know? Apparently, he used to be the least favored son in his family and even turned blind afterward."It was
The nurse on duty answered him politely, "Sir, Ms. Brooke is an adult. She can sign her discharge papers herself."Ms. Brooke? Colette Brooke? Was she at the hospital, too?I saw that Finnegan was holding a report in his hands. For some reason, his hand was shaking.I quickly lowered my head, worried that he would see me and unleash his fury upon me next."Hey, Winter! I'm back! The doctor said that you're A-okay!"I felt like a cat on a hot tin roof. I quickly gave Hal a look and quickly blinked at him, asking him to keep his voice low.As it turned out, Hal never got my message and came over to me with a chuckle. "What's wrong with your eyes? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to get them checked, too?"As I dreaded, Finnegan immediately noticed us and stormed over in his coat, his face dark and thunderous."Winter Brooke!"Finnegan sounded anxious and impatient when he called out my name. Thinking about how he treated me before, I immediately felt afraid and held on to the hem of H
That was my last and final wish.Then, I slowly closed my eyes, used up the last of my energy on making the wish, and finally fainted from the pain.While in my unconscious state, I somehow heard the worker tell Finnegan, "Your name's quite uncommon, but I feel like I've seen it many times before."…The next time I woke up, I was at the hospital. The pungent smell of disinfectant hung in the air, aggressively invading my senses.Finnegan wasn't with me anymore. I heard from the nurse that the chapel worker had called for an ambulance and sent me here.My wounds and injuries had been treated and wrapped up in gauze. They had also fixed plates around my knees so I could stand.I paid for the hospital bill with the last of my savings. The doctor advised me to stay longer for treatment, but I didn't have any more money left on me. In the end, I could only grit my teeth as I painfully hobbled my way out of the hospital.I walked out to the streets and caught sight of my reflection in the w
Finnegan still followed me up the stairs, keeping a cold gaze on me as we slowly ascended. There wasn't a hint of pity in his eyes at all."If you knew this would happen to you earlier, you should never have pushed Colette down the stairs. You'd never have ended up like this."I was tired of trying to explain myself. I was tired of struggling. Finnegan's voice floated into my head, and suddenly, his voice no longer sounded familiar to me. It was as if he was nothing but a stranger.He might have been part of my childhood growing up, but now, he was no longer the Finnie whom I knew. He was just Finnegan Churchill, nothing more."Keep going," he ordered.I was just about to lift my legs when the pain got so bad that I couldn't help but fall backward.While falling down, I quickly grabbed onto the steps beneath me as ferociously as I could. I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers.I couldn't afford to fall down the steps. If I did, I would
Finnegan looked like he didn't want to waste another minute talking to me. He whipped out his phone and called his secretary.Seeing this, I immediately rushed up to him, but the bodyguards quickly held me back."Don't call! Don't call!" I yelled, repeated those two words with every ounce of strength I had left in my body. My throat muscles constricted at the pressure and caused a piercing pain to shoot down my esophagus."I'll kneel…"Under Finnegan's watchful eyes, I shuffled over to the first step and looked up at the flight of stairs carved into the stone, letting my mind wander. I was hesitating."Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I thought. "I know you told me that I always had to repay everyone in full for the kindness they showed me. I have no way to repay Gordon for his kindness, but I cannot allow his hard work to go to ruins because of me."The bakery that Gordon owned was just a very small family bakery run by himself. In the past, I had lived a luxurious life as Ms. Brooke and n