แชร์

Chapter 7

ผู้เขียน: Willow
She replayed the past countless times before realizing that every faint cry for help I had made had been pushed away by her own hand.

Caleb refused to lose Vanessa as his backer so easily.

He went to Warren and cried, saying I had deliberately driven a wedge between them, saying he only acted that way because he loved Vanessa too much.

But Warren simply took out the old newspaper clipping about my mother saving him and asked coldly, "Would a truly kind person take away the only person a dying
อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้ต่อได้ฟรี
สแกนรหัสเพื่อดาวน์โหลดแอป
บทที่ถูกล็อก

บทล่าสุด

  • Three Hundred Miles Too Late   Chapter 8

    I decided to work in a small coastal town in the South.A place where no one knew Evan Tully, and no one would ever link my name to "Ms. Tomlinson."Before leaving Graybridge, I visited my mother one last time.I laid a copy of my new job offer beside her grave.Then I told her softly, "Mom, I'm not getting married anymore. But I will live well."Vanessa waited outside the cemetery for a long time.This time, she did not force her way near me.She only handed a thick file to Aaron, who had come with me.Inside were bank records returning every amount she and her family owed to my mother and me, along with transfer arrangements made after she sold part of her company assets and personal property.She had finally learned to compensate with actions.But she no longer had the right to place those things in my hands herself.Warren also came.He held my hand and apologized solemnly, saying the Tomlinson family could never repay what they owed the Tullys in this lifetime.I did

  • Three Hundred Miles Too Late   Chapter 7

    She replayed the past countless times before realizing that every faint cry for help I had made had been pushed away by her own hand.Caleb refused to lose Vanessa as his backer so easily.He went to Warren and cried, saying I had deliberately driven a wedge between them, saying he only acted that way because he loved Vanessa too much.But Warren simply took out the old newspaper clipping about my mother saving him and asked coldly, "Would a truly kind person take away the only person a dying woman's son could rely on?"Caleb was speechless on the spot. His face turned ashen.At the same time, I received a follow-up notice from the hospital.The doctor called to remind me to come in as soon as possible to treat the health issues caused by my recent exhaustion and emotional stress.That notice was accidentally seen by Vanessa when she came to find me again.Vanessa came to me holding the form that read "acute gastric ulcer, prompt follow-up and treatment recommended."Her voice

  • Three Hundred Miles Too Late   Chapter 6

    Vanessa froze completely.The career she was so proud of, the self-made empire she thought she had carried alone, had been supported behind the scenes by the small-town mother she had always looked down on.The realization pressed down on her like a mountain and finally bent her spine.At that exact moment, Caleb appeared at the cafe entrance like a ghost.His eyes were red as he walked over with a worried expression."Mr. Tully, did you misunderstand Vanessa? She's just too kind. She still cares about you."I did not even look at him.I only looked at Vanessa and said lightly, "See? He always appears at the perfect moment."For the first time, Vanessa did not instinctively defend him.She lifted her head and stared sharply at Caleb, asking a question she had never asked before."How did you know I was here?"The wounded concern on Caleb's face froze for a second.He hurriedly explained that he was only worried about her and had been searching everywhere.But the way Vanes

  • Three Hundred Miles Too Late   Chapter 5

    His entire body stiffened.His voice trembled as he asked, "That... where did you get that photo?"Vanessa froze too.Then Warren pointed at the young woman in the photo and burst into tears."The person who saved me on the interstate back then... I think it was your mother..."Vanessa's face turned white as paper in an instant.She finally understood.Before my mother died, the person she kept looking toward the door for was not only her future daughter-in-law.It was also the family that owed her ten years of gratitude.Vanessa reached out, as if she wanted to touch me.I stepped aside.Looking at her, I said word by word, "You owe her something you no longer have the chance to repay."Warren slapped Vanessa hard across the face on the spot.He cried as he cursed her. "You foolish girl! How could you treat Evan like this?"Vanessa still tried to explain. "Dad, I didn't know. I really didn't know..."I looked at the remorse written all over her face and calmly tore apar

  • Three Hundred Miles Too Late   Chapter 4

    My mother's funeral was quiet.I did not notify Vanessa.She heard about it from a mutual friend and came on her own.She wore a neatly pressed black suit. Her face was pale, and her hair was disheveled.When she stood at the entrance and saw my black mourning band and my mother's portrait, it was as if she finally realized this was no longer something that could be fixed with a single "I'm sorry."She walked up to me, her voice hoarse."Why didn't you tell me?"I looked up at her and only found it absurd."I did tell you, Vanessa."I told you my mother might not make it."Her lips moved, and panic and guilt flashed through her eyes.Then she said, "I thought... I thought you only said that because you were angry at me."At that moment, every relative in the room looked at her.For the first time, she had nowhere to hide.Caleb also came.He wore plain white clothes, his eyes slightly red, and held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.He placed the flowers before my mothe

  • Three Hundred Miles Too Late   Chapter 3

    Aaron drove overnight from the next city. When he saw how pale and exhausted I looked, he asked me directly, "Evan Tully, are you really going to marry someone like this?"My first instinct was to defend her.Then I realized I could not come up with even one decent reason.That night, Vanessa finally arrived at the county hospital.She did not go upstairs to see my mother first.Instead, she called me from downstairs, sounding tired."Come down. I don't want to be surrounded by your relatives and interrogated."When I went down, she handed me a bank card."The PIN is your birthday. Stop making a scene. I'll explain things with Caleb."Before I could say anything, my phone automatically pushed Caleb's latest post onto the screen.He had posted a photo of himself sitting in the ER infusion room.A needle was taped to the back of his hand, and he looked fragile and pitiful.The caption read: "Why do some people blame everything on me the moment they get angry?"I looked at th

บทอื่นๆ
สำรวจและอ่านนวนิยายดีๆ ได้ฟรี
เข้าถึงนวนิยายดีๆ จำนวนมากได้ฟรีบนแอป GoodNovel ดาวน์โหลดหนังสือที่คุณชอบและอ่านได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา
อ่านหนังสือฟรีบนแอป
สแกนรหัสเพื่ออ่านบนแอป
DMCA.com Protection Status