Chapter 596

Flynn burst into tears. The six-foot-tall man curled up in pain.

He lowered his head slightly, letting his tears flow uncontrollably.

Queenie fixed her gaze on a nearby patch of wilted grass. I stayed with her and watched Flynn cry. His eyes had reddened from crying.

"Queenie, can I hug you for the last time?"

He stretched out his hands, his eyes full of expectation. His tears blocked his vision, but he stubbornly refused to wipe them away.

Perhaps with tears in his eyes, he wouldn't see Queenie's rejection and dared to stretch out his hands.

"No, Flynn, please go back. Your wife and baby must be waiting for you. I wish you happiness. I'll never see you again."

Flynn left.

His thin and straight back was hunched over, like a wounded person in severe pain. He staggered, appearing as lonesome as the last falling leaf in autumn, with nowhere to go.

He disappeared at the end of the street.

I approached Queenie and gently held her hand, hoping to give her warmth.

Her hands were ac