Chapter 1359

The word ‘young’ seems to hold no real conviction when spoken. It only seems to limit others.

However, as time went by, Katharine found her another “Caleb” again, all thanks to that word.

Some say, if you’ve ever loved someone deeply, meeting someone who looks just like them could rekindle that love.

But Eleanor wasn’t sure if Katharine, later with a happy family and children, had ever forgotten her Caleb.

Back then, Eleanor had crossed paths with Katharine at Caleb’s grave. They hadn’t seen each other in years, both wearing black berets, carrying flowers, holding their children, heads bowed in their own worlds.

When Eleanor reached Caleb’s tombstone and saw fresh flowers, she turned and looked for Katharine among the countless graves.

That silhouette seemed to have hurried through and disappeared into the dense forest, never to look back.

Every year, no matter how early Eleanor arrived, there was always a bouquet of fresh flowers at Caleb’s grave.

She thought, she must never have forgotten.

But that’s a story for another time. Now, Eleanor only knew that Katharine, who had attempted suicide several times, was living a life worse than death.

Everyone said Katharine had gone mad, and she indeed did for a while. But the loss of her child seemed to awaken her from her haze.

She knew it was her own negligence that caused her child to bleed several times, and ultimately leave her forever…

together, never being gentle with him; blaming herself for always demanding things

from beginning to end, she

Eleanor cried all night. She knew too well

she thought she had lost Bernard, and she was

Katharine, patted her back, and comforted her until she fell asleep,

phone rang. The

not even putting on her shoes, and frantically searched for

found it and, with tears streaming down her face and trembling hands, she opened the latest message on her social

from Caleb’s new account, an account she had forced him

new

[Katharine

message is scheduled. If I’m not back

marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you, but I couldn’t keep those promises

boyfriend. Blame me, resent

and don’t blame Mr. Laurence. He’s someone I’d

being chased by stray dogs, beaten by people, it was

me. Many times, he’s been the one to stand in front of me during

turn to repay him. So, Katharine, don’t blame

gone, I’ll still love

were my

you to be depressed

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