Chapter 12
George received a phone call and waited at the door early in the morning,
It took a long time before Mr. Wilson emerged, holding a porcelain jar, looking disheveled.
After so many years, it was the first time I saw him in such a state.
The two of them headed straight to the law firm
The visitor was greeted politely and invited to take a seat.
“Mr. Wilson, this is the list of wills, please take a look,” he said, handing over the document.
“Ms. Gomez owned an apartment and a car, both of which were under your name according to the agreement. She had a savings of 334,000 dollars, half of which was donated to the Female Hope Project, and the other half was left for you.”
The Female Hope Project was a charity project that Evelyn had been donating to.
Mainly funded education for impoverished girls.
Martin suddenly found himself back in the time he spent with Evelyn.
At that time, he suddenly discovered that one–third of Evelyn’s salary would be donated to charity.
One late night while working overtime, we got into this topic.
Her eyes at that time were filled with dazzling galaxies.
She said, “Mr. Wilson, your sponsorship back then changed my life. Now that I have the ability, I also hope to become that kind of person.”
In that moment, a strange feeling arose in his heart.
He thought it was the palpitation caused by catteine.
Little did they know, bit by bit, the fluttering of their hearts slowly accumulated into affection. By the time they realized their love, everything had already turned to dust.
Martin looked dazed until George’s soft reminder, and then gradually came back to his senses.
He looked at the documents, his eyes dimmed, “The other half also donated, right?”
“I wanted to go… and see that apartment.”
The apartment was on Deer Street, less than a ten–minute drive away.
George didn’t need to accompany, so he went up alone, holding the keys.
The apartment was not big, and everywhere it was filled with traces of Evelyn’s life.
His gaze shifted to the notebook on the table, and he took a deep breath, slowly approaching.
The diary started from the night of getting drunk.
“What should I do, what should I do, I should have pushed him away. They say drunk people are conscious, he… he should have feelings for me, right?”
was pregnant, and I thought I should have an abortion. However, he should have the right to know, so I will confess tomorrow.”
“Ah! Oh my God! He proposed to me. At that moment, I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I thought I would be happy.”
Seeing this, Martin couldn’t help but raise a smile.
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Then, the smile turned bitter.
The following content gradually became gloomy.
“Martin, you didn’t love me, why did you marry me?”
The handwriting was messy, and the paper showed water stains.
He vaguely seemed to see Evelyn’s slender shoulders trembling as she cried, with tears dropping onto the paper.
Martin’s heart ached, and he stepped forward, wanting to embrace her.
But it turned out to be empty.
He understood clearly.
Evelyn left.
Martin’s lips slightly parted, murmuring, “I’m sorry.”
The belated apology, in the end, was too late.
The sun moved slowly to the middle of the sky, and George waited for several hours but no one came out,
I had no choice but to go to the door to find out what was
s going an.
The door was slightly ajar. When it was pushed open, Mr. Wilson was seen sitting on the sofa like a log, motionless
The once clear and handsome appearance is now covered with a thick layer of melancholy.
His eyes were hollow and lifeless, with no indication of what he was thinking.
George was in awe, Mr. Wilson was always calm and composed, with a strong presence, and he had never seen him so emotionally expressive.
He sighed and reluctantly said, “Mr. Wilson, it’s time to go back to the office. There is a meeting in the afternoon.”
Not hearing any movement, George shouted again.
Martin finally reacted, he gently murmured and carefully picked up the urn beside him.
George couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp. After the incident with the lawyer, he finally realized that these were Evelyn’s ashes.
The two of them returned to the company.
I saw Evelyn’s mother throwing a tantrum at the door.
Her voice was so loud that it could be heard inside the car, “Martin, you damn bastard, you drove my daughter to death…”
