Semua Bab May We Never Meet Again: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Helen stood by the door, her chest still rising and falling from the rush that had brought her here. In her trembling hand was the file, the very document that had shattered the fragile silence of the room and ignited a storm of emotions none of them were prepared for.Nathan sat upright on the hospital bed, his back no longer slouched, his eyes no longer empty. For the first time in days, there was life in them. Not peace, not calm, but something far stronger. Hope. Dangerous, uncontrollable hope.“I knew it!” Nathan repeated, his voice rising again, filled with raw conviction. His fingers trembled as he pointed toward Marcel. “I told you all of this was a lie. Charlotte is alive. She has to be alive. This is her way of punishing me. She wants me to feel what she felt.”Marcel exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening as he tried to steady himself. As Nathan’s assistant and bodyguard, he had seen his boss in many states: angry, cold, ruthless, but never like this. Never so broken, so des

The evening had settled quietly over Caleb Briggs’s residence, wrapping the house in a calm that felt almost deceptive. Inside the spacious living room, soft yellow lights reflected gently against the polished floor, while the faint scent of aged wood and expensive cologne lingered in the air. Caleb sat comfortably on one of the plush couches, a glass of red wine resting loosely between his fingers. His posture was relaxed, but his mind was anything but.His thoughts drifted repeatedly to Charlotte.Even after everything she had been through, the strength she carried still amazed him. The way she smiled despite the pain, the way she held onto hope even when everything seemed lost, stirred something deep within him. Something he had once ignored but could no longer deny. These days, she was no longer just someone from his past. She was his present. His peace. His responsibility.“Mr. Briggs, someone is here to see you?” Mrs. Lee’s voice broke into his thoughts.Caleb turned slightl

Charlotte tossed restlessly on her bed, her body twisting from side to side as sweat soaked through her nightgown. The sheets tangled around her legs as if trying to restrain her from whatever invisible terror held her captive. Her breathing was uneven, rising and falling in sharp bursts. Her voice pierced through the silence of the dimly lit room, raw and filled with fear. “Nathan! Let me go! Leave me alone!” she screamed, her cry echoing against the walls and bouncing back at her like a haunting reminder of the past she couldn’t escape. The bedside lamp flickered slightly as a breeze slipped in through the half-open window, casting shifting shadows that danced eerily across the walls, making the room feel alive with ghosts of memory. Suddenly, the door burst open with force. “Charlotte!” Caleb rushed in, his hand immediately reaching for the switch as he flooded the room with light. His face was tight with worry, his voice deep and urgent as his eyes scanned the bed f

Charlotte gasped sharply, her hand flying to her chest as though she needed to hold her heart in place. She stood frozen in front of the television, her entire body stiff, her eyes locked on the screen as if blinking would make him disappear.Her legs trembled beneath her weight, unsteady, betraying her strength.Slowly, she staggered backward, one uncertain step at a time, until the back of her knees hit the edge of the couch. Her body gave in without resistance, and she collapsed into it, her eyes still wide, her breathing uneven and shallow.“Why?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet heavy with emotion. Tears gathered quickly, spilling down her cheeks without restraint. “Why can’t Nathan just let me go?”Her voice cracked painfully as she buried her face in her palms, her shoulders shaking. But even with her hands covering her ears, she could still hear him. His voice, firm yet trembling, echoed from the television, filling the room, sinking into her chest, refusing to

Charlotte Dean sat on the couch, her hands covering her face as hot tears streamed down endlessly. Her shoulders trembled with every sob, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm as though her heart was struggling to keep itself together. The quiet room instead of comfort, now felt suffocating, every corner echoing faintly with the sound of her broken breathing.Anger burned inside her, sharp and restless. But it wasn’t just directed at Nathan Mills. It was worse. It was anger at herself, at the weakness she thought she had buried, at the way her heart still responded to him despite everything he had done.“Why?” she whispered through trembling lips, her voice cracking. “Why do I still feel like this? After everything? After all the pain?”She dragged her hands down her face, wiping her tears roughly as if she could erase the emotions with them. Her breathing slowed slightly, but the ache in her chest remained heavy, refusing to lift.Suddenly, a soft white handkerchief appea