Chapter 23
When he woke up again, he found himself in a hospital room. Leander sat up abruptly–Elara was actually right there in front of him!
It all felt like a dream. He didn’t even dare reach out to test whether she was real or just his imagination.
Leander’s eyes were bloodshot, his breathing cautious.
“Clara, you’re finally willing to see me…”
Clara nodded slightly.
“Do you still have feelings for me? Are you still angry? I really know I was wrong! Elara, forgive me, give me another chance. I don’t want anything else–not Marla, not the child. Having you is enough. Elara, Elara…”
His voice carried heavy sobs, as if tears would fall at any moment. He desperately craved her response, craved her love.
But Elara’s expression remained unchanged throughout, looking at him as if he were a stranger.
Leander’s heart panicked to the point of bursting. If it could actually burst out, he would show Elara exactly how much he loved her, how he would die
without her.
They had loved each other for so long! How could she not want him!
When Elara still hadn’t said a single word, Leander finally broke down, crying in anguish.
“Elara. are you hating me? I got rid of Marla’s child, I dealt with Marla too, and my parents–they can only stay at the old estate now, they’ll never interfere with us again. Elara, forgive me, please forgive me!”
He spoke countless apologetic words filled with regret, but Elara continued to look at him coldly.
Finally, she spoke: “The one who hurt me was always you, Leander. I don’t love you anymore. I have a better life now. Don’t come before me again.”
With that, she turned to leave.
No! Don’t!
Leander sat up violently!
His hand was still reaching forward, as if something had just slipped through his fingers.
It had all been a dream.
Leander lowered his hand with trembling fear, but the next second, he saw a note on his bedside table.
As if sensing something, Leander picked it up with shaking hands.
*II don’t love you anymore. Don’t come looking for me.]*
It was Elara’s handwriting.
Looking at those words, Leander’s persistent hope shattered instantly. He couldn’t help but break into sobs.
Elara was right. The person who had hurt her was always the same–himself.
He had been drawn to the warmth Marla offered, starting with just wanting a child, then wanting a real family of three. He was the one who repeatedly didn’t believe Elara,
Even hen his parents suggested sending her armed, he Ind agreed and personally bought the ticket
He was the one who deserved prenishment raost!
if Clara hadn’t missed that flight, she would have truly met with an accident, and he would never see her again!
Leander swayed as he pulled out the IV needle from his hand, got out of bed, and walked to the window.
This was the twenty–second flour. If he died here, Elara would surely understand his apology.
Looking down at the tiny landscape below, Leander suddenly spotted a blurry figure.
He squinted hard and realized it was Elara.
Her long hair was blown by the wind. She looked up, seeming to meet his gaze, then quickly turned and left the hospital
Leander didn’t know if Elara had seen him from such a distance, but he had lost the urge to end his life. If he died, he would truly never see Elara again
He stood by the window for a long time, his frail form in his illness looking ready to collapse at any moment.
Leander picked up his phone: “Arrange a flight back home for me.”
The butler paused for two seconds: “Mr. Everhart, do you need one ticket or two?”
Looking at the person he would never see again, he smiled bitterly as tears slid down his cheeks.
“One ticket. Just one.”
