Chapter 478
It was only now that Irvin understood it didn’t matter what the actual reality was. To me, the image he had portrayed when in public was the greatest kind of hurt.
Irvin no longer had any right over me, but it still pained him to see the news. Back then, he had visited Fabledom with Julianne and spoiled her in various ways . Honestly, he didn’t dare imagine how much pain I must have been in at the time.
All this while, Irvin had banked on the deep love we had for each other. It was why he had always believed we would never break up, no matter what.
Even when he later realized how unforgivably wrong he had been, he had still clung to this belief. He had felt he was the one who loved me most, and as such, had his entire lifetime to make right his wrongs.
But looking back now, Irvin couldn’t even fulfill his simple promise of taking me to Fabledom. On top of that, he had become my greatest source of pain.
So, how could he claim he loved me most? How could Irvin believe using the rest of his life to make amends to me was the ultimate atonement?
And what right did he have to expect me to let go of all the hurt he had caused me? Because he had realized his mistakes and wanted to make up for them?
Irvin thought about how a trip to Fabledom had been a trivial matter for his past self. He realized now that it had been a source of immense heartache for me. At this realization, he didn’t dare think about the other things he had done.
Irvin really hated himself. Finally, he now fully understood how outrageous his past actions had been. He had finally grasped what it meant to truly love someone.
However, it was too late–far too late.
In Redwood, Noah stared at the news of William and me on his phone. His grip tightened around it so much that he was on the verge of crushing it.
In all honesty, if it had been anyone else, Noah wouldn’t be in such anguish or opposition.
He still couldn’t believe William had done this. How could William have done such a thing to him? William knew exactly how much he liked me. That much was clear!
Noah’s mood sank terribly. He was consumed by despair that when he spotted the fruit knife on the table, he had an impulse to pick it up and use it to end his life. That way, he wouldn’t be in so much pain
When people were at their lowest and in so much suffering that they couldn’t bear it, their thoughts tended to spiral. The more their thoughts spiraled, the less they were able to endure. And the longer they dwelt on their negative thoughts, the less in control they were of themselves.
Eventually, they would reach a point where they wanted to put an end to their own life just, to escape their misery.
It had started as a sudden and intrusive thought–one that Noah’s rational mind knew he absolutely shouldn’t act on. Despite this, he found himself considering the idea more and more. And because of this, he
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couldn’t stop the impulse from growing stronger.
Julianne had wanted to use Noah’s overwhelming agony to turn him into her greatest weapon against William and me. But what she never anticipated was that even in the depths of his despair , he would rather
die .
He would rather die than ever turn into a tool to be used against William and me.
Just like how William was the best uncle in the world, Noah was the best nephew. So, no matter how much it hurt, he never once contemplated harming William. No matter what happened, it never even crossed his mind to get revenge on his uncle.
Gradually losing control of his intrusive thought, Noah reached for the fruit knife on the table. Just then, Ava opened the door and entered. Her health had been improving steadily, so she could now move around freely.
Ava knew how much Noah liked me. So, when she noticed her big brother’s hand reaching toward the fruit knife, her gaze flickered slightly. However, there weren’t any apparent changes to her expression.
All Avá did was softly call out, “Noah.”
Like a spell–breaking enchantment, that one word snapped Noah out of his trance. He instinctively pulled his hand back, but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing once more at the knife on the table.
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