"What?" Mrs. Blackwell looked confused and anxious, as if she didn't understand what her son Orian meant.Orian calmly took in her expression, then looked away coldly. "Eula's dead...Mom, are you satisfied now?""Mom, are you satisfied now?"Those words hit Mrs. Blackwell like an electric shock. Her fingertips trembled slightly and her eyes turned red."How could Eula die? How?" Mrs. Blackwell frantically asked over and over again from behind him.Orian turned around with his suitcase and paused. "People die. Three years ago, she was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer and didn't have long left. If I hadn't forced her to take the medication, she might not have lasted two years."Mrs. Blackwell's face turned pale. She let out a sob as tears streamed down, blurring her face. "She was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer three years ago? Why didn't she tell us?""Because she didn't want you to worry, so she told me to keep it a secret. Mom, Eula never wronged us, but what did ou
As soon as Orian and Benedict arrived at Luminara, Oliver got the message that he needed to find a way to get them to take Eulalia's body away quickly.Percival went to that cold room again tonight, guarding Eulalia in the crystal coffin. The room temperature was -20°C. If he kept this up, he'd eventually join Eulalia.Oliver sighed, knowing persuasion was useless, so he coldly watched and let Percival be, as long as he didn't commit suicide.---The next day before dawn, Oliver was worried about how to get Percival away when problems arose at the company.The private mines they had transferred from South Water Island to Luminara had been robbed. That batch of mines was extremely important - the foundation for Percival's foothold in Luminara. But recently, due to negligence, someone had taken advantage.Anyone with this level of intelligence in Luminara could only be one person behind it. Oliver investigated and sure enough, it was related to Trent.But the South Water Island privat
Percival, the once golden boy of Windwatch, looked completely different now. His eyes were tired and bruised, his lips chapped, and his skin deathly pale. This winter was undoubtedly the toughest he'd ever faced.It was so cold, the kind that seeps into your bones, numbing your whole body.Percival looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, the one Eulalia used to wear, now tight on him, chafing his wrist red.He stared at the decorative little lock on it. The lock remained closed, unbroken even if it were to be burned in a massive fire. But why couldn't it lock a person just as tightly?Clutching the lock, a sour sting rushed up his nostrils, his eyes welling up with discomfort.Head bowed, he curled up like a hedgehog, his body shaking under the strain as he pulled at the bracelet.The driver sneaked a glance at Percival in the rearview mirror and sighed softly.The drive to his family residence took two and a half hours, half an hour longer than usual, arriving at twelve-thirty, rig
Trent arrived shortly after receiving a call from the old butler; it only took him twenty minutes to get there. The house was warm, and Trent walked in, tossing his coat to a servant as he passed. He glanced at his watch and gestured for his subordinate to hand him a cigarette.The subordinate offered a cigarette, and after Trent placed it in his mouth, he respectfully lit it for him.Trent squinted, took a deep drag, and the pale blue smoke rose lazily from his lips. He waved his hand through the thin smoke and pushed open the door to the reception room.Seeing Percival sitting inside, Trent’s eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "Yo, Percival, haven’t seen you in a week. How’d you end up looking so ghostly? Looks like Eulalia's death hit you hard.""That fire, you started it." It wasn't a question, but a confirmation."Are you here to find out who started the fire? Or do you want the truth? Or are you just trying to shift the blame?" Trent asked mockingly, flicking the burning cigarette a
She's been over you for a while, especially after you kept pushing her around... and finally, that woman who only had eyes for you? She's done with you.You had it coming, man. You totally brought this on yourself. The love she had for you, it was either stolen or forced. How can you chill and enjoy the perks that aren't yours, acting all righteous about taking over someone else’s spot?Every part of him ached where blood had flowed. He thought the pain of Eulalia’s death was the ultimate pain, that his soul was dried up. But pain is endless—it can hurt a lot and then hurt even more.Sharp pains always hit when least expected, yelling inside him. He couldn't help but step back as he tasted a sweet, metallic flavor in his mouth.“The real truth you should know, Percival, isn't how Eulalia died but who actually saved you nine years ago. Wanna know?”“Enough! I don’t wanna know!”Memories of the past were vivid in his mind. He had nearly touched the truth about that night nine years ago.
Trent pinched his own icy earlobe. Having it torn apart must hurt, huh? Nine years ago, Eulalia had jumped into the water to save someone, never imagining that the person she saved would be the one to break her family and leave her body scarred, ultimately confining her to a wheelchair, watching as flames consumed her. What a foolish girl, diving into icy waters despite hating the cold.Her fate was cruel, but she never lost her kindness. She treated others well, yet heaven never treated her the same. If mistaking someone’s character was a sin, it wasn’t one deserving death. Like the stories of the farmer and the snake, or the boy and the wolf, Eulalia and Percival’s tale was a perfect tragic echo.Percival didn’t deserve death; he deserved a painful life. Death would only tarnish Eulalia’s cycle of rebirth.Trent, who’d often taken pleasure in tormenting others, never thought his first good deed would involve killing a woman. The original Eulalia wanted to live more than anything, bu
Even though Percival was sick, his grip was still strong as he clenched Oliver’s collar, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. The force was enough to strangle someone if aimed at the neck.Oliver found it hard to breathe, more from fright than anything else.“Why didn’t you keep an eye on her, letting someone take her away!” Percival’s jaw clenched, his eyes nearly splitting with rage, tears rimming his eyes like a dying prisoner struggling for life.Oliver, watching Percival shake violently, felt his legs turn to jelly. He would have collapsed if Percival hadn’t been holding onto his collar.“Where did they take her? I need to find her.”Oliver shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, “It’s no use, Boss. She was taken away by her brother.”“Are you talking about Benedict?”Oliver replied with difficulty, “Yes.”“Benedict? What right does he have? He never cared for Eulalia. He insulted her, hit her; he has no right to take her away!”Oliver couldn’t help but laugh hearing
They went to the beach… They not only cremated Eulalia’s body but also took the ashes to the beach. What are they planning to do…The staff looked at the man in front of them, utterly confused.Percival, feeling helpless, let go of the staff member’s hand. His once proud posture seemed to break at that moment...“Are you really going to scatter the ashes into the sea?”Orian nodded, sitting on the island, gently holding the urn in his hands.Three years ago, when Eulalia was diagnosed with stomach cancer, it was almost as if she had foreseen this outcome.The salty sea breeze brushed against his face, making Orian’s dry eyes start to water again. He carefully cradled the urn like it was a priceless treasure.“She said to donate her organs to those in need after she died, and then to scatter the remaining ashes into the sea…”Even in death, she thought about using her body to help others. How could such a kind-hearted girl not be treated better by fate?Benedict squatted nearby, feelin