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.”

Not yet, not when I still have Logan… It would be too cruel to

while Adrian had already ceased eating, watching the woman in front

her to such a state of forced

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

important?” Matilda asked instinctively.

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 things back to the

said softly, “I’m sorry. I

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

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even the

a kind of love that seeps into your bones, one where even if you end up with nothing, anything related to her is still something to cherish.

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

of a man who was more about living in the moment than