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.”

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

in front of him who was

of forced resilience? Was

pretended not to notice Matilda’s lapse. “I’ve lost someone very important to me

Matilda asked instinctively.

no consequence, but his eyes were clearly filled with sorrow. “Important enough that when I lost her, I was so filled with regret that I felt like dying too, just like you. In the end, I did something desperate, and not even five years behind bars could bring

Adrian, taken aback, and then said softly, “I’m sorry.

said as he took

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me, even the

a kind of love that seeps into your bones, one where even if you end up with nothing,

wouldn’t have pegged you as the sentimental type.” Matilda tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

man who was more about living in the