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"Your life was already a complete mess to begin with! If it weren't for my daughter, who knows which slum you'd be struggling to survive in right now? It was my daughter who gave you the life you have now. But how do you repay her—" "It was also your daughter who killed my mother!" I snarled, my voice dropping to a harsh rumble. "If I had never met her, I wouldn't have been dragged into this mess for no reason. I wouldn't have spent so many years being misunderstood and vilified by everyone! "Yes, Daniella lost her legs, but she can still live a good life! But my mom's gone! She's dead! My home was destroyed as well! I have nothing left!"

The way life could change so fast was one thing that would always shock me. I can't believe that my life has actually come to this in such a short time. Just about seven months ago, I was in deep hell. In a place that I never thought I would escape. A hellish torment that made me make several attempts on my life because I was all alone with no help, and now, I had help. I had love and people in my corner. I had a person who would do anything he possibly could to protect me and keep me from my demons, even if it means risking what he had worked all his life for.

"**INITIATING: RECOVERY OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS.**" "Leave him alone!" I roared, the violet seed in my hand glowing with a frantic, white-hot heat. "Take me! I'm the one who broke your bridge! I'm the one who defaulted!" --- ## Chapter 72: The Bankruptcy of the Soul The mechanical heart slowed its rhythm, a deep, resonant *thud* that shook the floor beneath my feet. A holographic screen manifested in front of me, displaying a complex, glowing equation that made my eyes bleed.

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Not a lot of people lived here. Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to myself, I kept my head down and just carried on walking. Although the cuts on my shoulders had luckily stopped bleeding, I still had a lot of pain. ----- [Chapter quote: "You can't start a new chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one."]

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But in the end, Ciara's death drove Joel over the edge. I closed my eyes, thinking what a clueless fool and a joke I was. I had lost everything, including my life, to a scumbag who didn't deserve it. Thankfully, Oscar's surgery was successful, and he survived. A week later, he regained consciousness and was moved from the ICU to a regular ward. My mom and I could finally heave a sigh of relief. We took turns caring for him each day. During this time, Terry visited several times a day. Whenever he saw me, he apologized profusely and even secretly deposited money into my bank account.

I took a step towards him. He nodded. "Yeah." "Oh, my God! I thought you were dead. I thought you died in that motel when it caught fire. You are alive! You're alive!" I screamed with joy, holding Seven's face and looking at him all over. Words couldn't quantify how much joy I was feeling now. Seven, the love of my life, was not dead. He was standing right in front of me and I could feel him. He was also hale and hearty. Oh, Moon Goddess! Thank you for not making us a sad love story. Thank you for giving us another chance to be together. Thank you for this miracle!

I only calmed down when I boarded the plane. Whomever Leo liked, it was none of my business. After all, he and I were never going to get back together. With my mind at ease, I embarked on my journey. Within three months, I visited many countries and enjoyed various sights that I'd never seen before, despite suffering from cancer. Throughout my journey, I got to know many like-minded friends. I couldn't overcome my illness, but those were the best days I'd ever had. After the trip, I was admitted to the hospital the moment I returned. My body couldn't take it anymore. I asked someone to help me purchase a burial spot and waited for death.

Deshawn's dark eyebrows were pulled down pleadingly and my heart tore from the vulnerable look in his eyes. It left me speechless. Deshawn Cervantes was begging me to save his life. And so I promised. I had to. The house was quiet when I returned home. Dad had left the door open for me so I slipped inside and left my heels on the floor. I was glad he didn't wait up, he deserved his sleep.