Chapter 25
Gradually, those voices drifted away from Calista again, and her world plunged into darkness once more.
One day later, Calista finally woke up from her coma.
At a glance, she saw the pale ceiling and Marisa’s red eyes.
Seeing her wake up, Marisa quickly rang for the doctor. After a thorough examination, the doctor confirmed that she was fine. Marisa finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Fortunately, you were not hurt.”
Otherwise, Marisa wouldn’t know how to explain to Calista’s parents in the future.
Calista had just woken up, her mind a bit sluggish. It took her a while to finally ask Marisa about Eric’s situation.
Marisa remained silent for half a day before finally pushing Calista’s wheelchair towards the ICU.
Looking at the person inside wearing a ventilator, Marisa’s voice was very calm, as if she had completely accepted her fate and had already begun to decide to cultivate a successor.
But Eric was Marisa’s only son, who had taken half of her life’s efforts.
At the thought that her son would soon pass away, Marisa’s eyes were filled with sadness.
“The doctor said that due to the severe impact this time, the toxins in hist
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kidneys spread quickly. It is possible that he will die in his sleep, or he may wake up, but there are not many days left.”
“If possible, I would rather he suffered less pain and did not wake up.”
Calista loosened and tightened her grip on the wheelchair handles, before finally apologizing to Marisa after a while.
If it weren’t for protecting her, perhaps Eric’s situation wouldn’t have become so bad.
Marisa shook her head and said, “It’s not your fault. He was the one who dragged you there and wanted to turn the car around.”
What’s more, this can also be considered as his retribution.
He disappointed two women who loved him.
Calista sat quietly in her wheelchair, watching Eric inside for a long time. Her eyes were full of complex emotions, and her heart felt an indescribable heaviness.
This was the first time she had been so close to death, and it was also the first time she had watched a living person slowly die in front of her.
On the day Calista returned to the small village, perhaps sensing that she was about to leave, Eric woke up..
He looked at Calista in front of him for a long time before finally uttering a few syllables from his mouth: “I’m sorry.”
I’m sorry for hurting her so much in the past.
I’m sorry for still bothering her even after she had left for good.
I’m sorry for burdening her with suffering before I died.
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Calista shook her head, her tone calm: “It’s all in the past.”
But she wouldn’t look back, nor forgive him.
Eric didn’t answer, just a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The two of them sat and lay there in silence.
A long time later, Eric spoke again, “You can go now, my people will take you back.” back.”
“I didn’t want you to see me in my terrible state when I died.”
She would have nightmares if she did that, she had just come out of the first nightmare.
Eric couldn’t bear to see Calista suffer because of him again, not at all.
Calista also remained silent, then got up and quietly walked towards the door of the ward.
As she grasped the door handle, she suddenly stopped her body without turning back, just like a long time ago, when they said goodbye to each other calmly at their best.
“Eric, we never saw each other again.”
The door to the ward was closed again, cutting off not only the years of emotions between Eric and Calista, but also Calista herself, completely isolated outside the door.
The empty room was filled only with his sobbing cries.
Calista returned to the small village and resumed her peaceful life as
before.
If it weren’t for the daily letter sent from Chicago, Calista would have
thought that what had happened in the previous period was just a dream.
Most of these letters were sent by Eric.
He didn’t talk about his own situation, just chatted with her like an old friend about the weather and interesting things of the day, and casually asked her how she was doing.
Knowing that Calista would not reply, each letter was signed only with his most heartfelt blessings for her.
Calista didn’t say anything either, she just finished reading the letter and placed it on the
table beside her.
There was already a thick stack of letters piled up there.
Later on, Eric’s letters arrived less frequently.
Even if there was, it was also ghostwritten by Marisa.
When Calista saw Marisa’s ghostwritten letter, she knew he was not going to make it.
Sure enough, after Marisa delivered the ninth letter to Calista on behalf of Chicago, she never received another letter from Chicago.
Not long after, on a quiet day, Calista’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She stood still in place, clutching her heart, with a look of surprise in her
eyes.
At this moment, a breaking news suddenly interrupted the TV broadcast.
At 9 o’clock this morning, the president of the Callahan Group, Eric, passed away at the age of twenty–seven due to unsuccessful rescue efforts.
Did Eric leave?
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And at that moment, the final letter from Chicago was delivered to Calista by the courier.
There was only a short sentence on the letter.
Calista, in the next life, please do not meet me again. I wish you all the best, peace, and good health.
Calista held the letter for a long time, until a gentle breeze brushed across her face.
Calista then turned around with the letter in hand and quickly threw the thick stack of letters on the table into the fireplace.
Eric, I will do as you wish. In the next life, and the life after that, we will never meet again.
