A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 112

Adrian scooped himself a spoonful of pudding, then paused to gaze across the table at Matilda, whose complexion still bore a hint of pallor. “You look like you’re under the weather,” he said with concern.

Matilda hesitated, her lips quivering, struggling to form her words. “My brother… he passed away.”

“My condolences,” Adrian replied, his movements freezing for a moment. He set down his spoon and reached across to gently pat Matilda’s damp hair, then resumed his casual posture. “So, you’re upset because of your brother’s departure?”

“No… it’s not that.”

As warmth returned to Matilda’s body, so did the surge of emotions, overwhelming her as she stared into her cup of coffee. The unfamiliar kindness made her want to cry.

Outside, the rain persisted, sounding like a tidal wave ready to breach the walls and swallow her whole.

Matilda felt as if her heart was still out in the rain, uncollected, bleeding and aching non–stop.

And then, tears dropped into her coffee.

She quickly lifted her head and pulled away from the mug, her body trembling slightly. “It’s okay.”

give up… I can’t die… Not yet, not when I still have Logan… It would be too cruel to leave Logan

back her tears while Adrian had already ceased eating, watching the woman in front of him who was being strong to the point

of forced resilience? Was it

Matilda’s lapse. “I’ve

Matilda asked instinctively.

with regret that I felt like dying too, just like you. In the end, I did something

taken aback, and then said softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t

you call them painful memories?” Adrian said as he took Matilda’s coffee and

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a spoon. “To me, even the loss has

where even if you end up with nothing, anything

Matilda tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “It doesn’t quite match

had the look of a man who was