Novel & Cerita Carl Loses Eye

I gave up my eyesight for a fiancé like him. Chester became blind in an accident. His eyes were permanently damaged, so he had to replace his corneas with new ones to be able to see again. Without his eyes, the Caldwell family deemed him useless, and he no longer had the right to inherit their extensive business. Neglected, he was left alone in the hospital. Yvette, who was his girlfriend then, silently left him too. I'd had a crush on him for many years. At first, I was only looking after him. Suddenly, one night, he confessed his love to me.

It was the one I had embroidered for him when I was obsessed with embroidery as a teenager. Eyeing Carl coolly, I declared, "It's over between us, Carl." I smacked his hand, knocking the handkerchief out of his grasp. It fell onto the candle on the table. Instantly, the flames devoured it. Carl fearlessly reached out to grab the handkerchief, but most of it had been reduced to ashes already. With a dazed expression, he looked at me and asked, "You won't even let me keep something to remember you by?"

After taking a small sip, I tried to move my hands and feet, but it was extremely difficult. Carl said with grief and indignation, “Cyrus is inhuman. Mr. Everest, you probably need six months to a year to recover. And even then, you might never be the same. This is all my fault. I was too late.” “It’s fine. I’m still alive.” I turned and asked hoarsely, “Where is my mother?” Carl paused for a moment before saying, “I’ve already taken care of her. I got her a high-quality coffin. Mr. Everest, my deepest condolences.”

Kevin asked. "I told Lana to sell it," I replied. "You are crazy! That's the only luxury I'm proud of and you're just selling it off?” Kevin's voice rose. He didn't even care that his voice was heard in all directions so many people were looking at us. "Shut up!" I shouted furiously. "You need to know, Sir. That in order to pay for your maintenance, I must make us lose the car. Humans don't know themselves." “But you know, that car means a lot to me. Without that car I feel…”

Cedric unexpectedly chased after me and helped rebandage the wound on my arm. "Nicole, your eyes are fine, right? Can you stop being so upset now?" he said gently. "As long as your eyes are still okay, it's not a big deal, right? The doctor said it wouldn't have much of an impact. I just can't bear to see you become blind. Celine had constantly told me how painful a blind person's world was, and I was really starting to lose patience with it."

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."

Before long, the stock of the Goldberg Corporation plummeted, leaving the company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. The wheel of fortune, indeed, had turned. One day, Tristan intercepted me as I exited my art gallery. The last exhibit had been two months ago, and now, seeing him slouched and a shadow of his former self, it was hard to believe this was the same golden boy who once lit up every room he entered. One hand hovered over his damaged eye as he spoke, his voice raw and unsteady. "Emily, it's over between me and Faye," he murmured, practically pleading.

And the ones that followed didn’t help either. A few minutes later, he was grunting in pain, his face and arms resembling a Halloween outfit that had been made too over the top, blood everywhere on his body. His head was resting in a red puddle, but fortunately, his arm was still over his eyes, protecting them from getting permanently damaged. He was crying when another sharp pain smashed his jaw, sending his head to the side and revealing the overly bloody neck of his. Ramsay couldn’t see, and there was no way he’d remove his arm from his head. He would’ve rather lost his arm than eyes.

Pale as the moon, it continued to leak like a squashed bug; it smelled even worse. Carl stumbled forward, extending a shaking hand to touch a prison he’d only expected to escape in death. Lines and scars he’d known for a lifetime rested on its surface. Even the hairs remained. Between gray temples, the remains of Carl’s old face gaped at him broken-jawed—an eyeless, toothless mask. He backed away. Fuck. Oh, fuck me. What did she . . . Where is . . . ?

"To threaten a loyal pack elder and fake the sacred bloodline of an Alpha? This is an absolute abomination!" An elder said. She is entirely devoid of shame." I didn't care about the elders anymore. I spun around to look at Carl, my hands pressing against my stomach. "Carl, I wept, stepping closer to the desk. "Look into my eyes. Please, I’m telling the truth. " Carl stood completely still. The expression in his eyes destroyed the remaining pieces of my soul. There was no rage there, only a profound, freezing disappointment. It was the look of a man who had completely given up. I took another step toward him desperately.