Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 397

"No," Matthew insisted, shaking his head. "Don't let your thoughts run wild... I just think you should focus on your work, and your future with Hayden."

His voice grew weaker with every word. The nurse stepped forward, clearly ready to step in, but Matthew stopped her with just a look. She sighed and said, "One more minute, at most."

I knew how bad things were with him, and even though I needed to know what he was hiding, I couldn't push him now. His health had to come first. "We can talk later. You need to rest." But Matthew gripped my hand, tighter than I expected. "Rea, promise me."

His desperation hit hard. The more he insisted, the more certain I became-there was something off about my parents' accident.

But I could see it in his eyes-he wasn't going to say anything more. It felt pointless to push him. With how fragile he was, I could only let it go, at least for now. "Alright, I.promise." The tension in his face finally eased, but he still didn't let go of my hand. "Rea, look forward. Don't forget.

what I've said."

Funny, I'd said almost the same thing to Wade not too long ago.

But how could I just let the past go like that?

My parents' death... I had to find out the truth. How could I visit their graves knowing I didn't do everything

I could?

even out. He was so tired, his eyes kept fluttering shut, like he could

response.

and as the nurse gave Matthew the okay to rest, I slipped out

against the wall, head down, staring at the

did he slowly lift

ever since everything. fell apart between us, I hadn't been

just a step away, I could see him clearly for the first

worn out, defeated, and thinner than I remembered. For a second, it was like he was someone

dad?" Jace

alright, sleeping now," I replied, then

blood pressure spiked, so Wayne took her to the rest area," Jace answered, his gaze drifting

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his eyes and saw the damp spot on the gray jacket-his jacket-now stained

cleaner if anything touched them. I knew the stain was probably bugging him, so I quickly said, "I'll get it dry cleaned." "No need," he said shortly, then gestured toward