We Need To Talk About Kevin True Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I don't want you to lose your child, Sara. I can't bear the thought of that. But I can't continue with this truth." "Is that all you want, Kevin? Won't you forgive me?" "I'm sorry. With that, Kevin abruptly ended the call. Sara Owen held the mobile phone close to her chest, leaned against the wall, and cried. Tears welled up in Kevin's eyes as he forcefully jerked his glass of whisky. He didn't want to utter those hurtful words to Sara, but his mind was no longer under his control. He needed time to come to terms with this harsh reality.

Kevin playfully pouted. I laughed at his adorable expression. I parted my lips to answer him when I saw Vincenzo standing at the back listening to our conversation but was his presence going to stop me? No! "Of course! You deserve a celebration. Let's go get some coffee and maybe some street food too. What do you say?" "I love that idea!" Kevin giggled, matching my enthusiasm. "But we should be prepared for paparazzi outside," he added, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm on my way. See you later, bye I love you.” "I love you too." And they both hung up the call. __________ Outside the hospital..it seemed like a few minutes passed before Kevin started talking. He feels that his brother avoids him and doesn't appear to know how to talk to him as they are now sitting next to each other in a long chair. "What happened?" he asked immediately, looking at him. Kian still didn't speak, he didn't seem to want to talk about kidnapping. "Kian, how can we solve this if you don't tell me what the problem is?"

When Ellena spoke, she was also sizing up Kevin without batting an eyelid. Kevin wore a shirt that was rare today. It was pure gray and his entire person looked a little depressed. "Do you know Jasmine has had an accident?" After sizing him up, she turned her gaze back to his face. "I know." Kevin paused for a moment before he added, "I did it. It’s nothing." Originally, Ellena had been thinking about how she would ask him, but Kevin took the initiative to tell her. "You..." Ellena hesitated and was about to speak when she was interrupted by Kevin. "You can give me more money. If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

“Oh, Silvia, be a dear and bring tea and cakes; thank you.” When Steven and Yonda entered, Kevin had his back to the duo, looking out the large window overlooking the city like a magistrate overlooking the kingdom. They could only tell he was middle-aged with little silver in his hair and well-built. “I would like to establish a comuni-ca with the CEO of Elon Trust, sir,” Steven said, standing before the desk with his granddaughter beside him and Sylvia sitting on the couch about to enjoy the show that’s about to take place. Kevin, not looking in their direction, only nodded but stayed silent.

She was uncertain if this was a command or a request, yet sensing it was the latter, she reluctantly moved closer and sat down. The warmth of her presence lifted some of the weight from him. Kevin no longer wanted to be alone, instead yearned to let go of the heaviness that had been weighing on him for so long. "Do you want to talk?" Emma asked, unsure how this would work as they never had a real conversation before. Regardless, she waited patiently for him to speak. "My mother…" Kevin paused, and then looked down. "She ran out on my father when they were still married," he let out, his voice heavy.

Glaring daggers at her, Kevin retorted, “I beg your fucking pardon? You playing dumb now? Fine! Here’s the whole story! I had almost died years ago because of a kidney problem, and you two were the only ones who had compatible kidneys at the time! We had brought you home because we wanted to discuss a kidney transplant, but what did you do after you heard about the news? You fucking ran off and hid! You hid so fucking well that we couldn’t find you!”

Kevin’s eyes lingered a second too long before he forced them back to the TV. They ordered food, cracked open beers, and settled into their usual spots on the big sectional couch. The conversation started light—Mike complaining about the crowded gym, Kevin venting about a tight deadline—but underneath it all was the memory of the other night. It hung in the air like static electricity. Halfway through the pizza, Mike wiped his hands on a napkin and leaned back, legs spread wide. “So… we gonna talk about it or keep pretending nothing happened?” Kevin nearly choked on his beer. He set the bottle down, heart suddenly pounding. “Talk about what?”

"Have you treated wounds before?" Kevin pointed at the medical kit beside him. He then lay back on the bed. "Treat her injuries. Apply ointment to half of them, and leave the other half untreated." My body trembled slightly. Kevin watched me calmly until I opened the kit. "If you're scared, you can switch with someone else. You won't be punished." His face was pale. As soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing again. Laura trembled violently.

He smiled inwardly and continued. "That was when I met Kevin. Kevin Freeman. We started fending for ourselves at the age of 5. At this time, we would memorize the names of our favorite celebrities, praying for a day to meet not just one but two or three together. Today happens to be that day for me and though Kevin isn't here, I believe the minutes of silence are enough to compensate for that. Thank you so much and have a wonderful evening". The last part of the story was true, except for the 'minute of silence' part of course.