Chapter 483

What a pity...

Was she really going to leave this world with regrets?

Audrey held Anthea's hand tightly and continued, "Annie, I'm the only family Alex has left in this world. Once I'm gone, he'll be all alone. He's always been afraid of the dark and loneliness since he was a child. If you have the time, could you visit him now and then, like a grandmother would?"

Anthea nodded gently, "Of course, you can count on me."

"Thank you, dear Annie."

With that, Audrey turned her gaze towards Alex, reaching out her other hand. "Alex, Alex."

"I'm here."

Alex walked over and took her hand.

"Grandma's time is up; I'm about to leave..." Audrey said softly. "There's an old saying: the dying have nothing but kind words. Alex, let the past remain in the past. Your father and stepmother have been gone for so long. Promise me you'll let go of those memories and live a good life, alright?"

Alex remained silent; his downcast eyes betrayed no hint of emotion.

Anthea glanced up at Alex.

"Can't you promise me that, so I can leave peacefully?" Audrey's voice cracked as she was overcome by a fit of coughing.

Finally, Alex spoke slowly, "I'm sorry, I can't make that promise lightly."

Audrey closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

After a long pause, she spoke again, "Alex, I hope you have a smooth life ahead and can move on from the past..." She suddenly opened her eyes, turning her head towards the doorway, a smile blossoming on her lips. "Dear, you're here to take me..."

her gaze

was no

the

had just slipped away before her eyes, and Anthea couldn't

Anthea

Anthea met his gaze.

you think I'm heartless?" Alex

had passed away right in front of him,

seem like

judge others unless you've walked in their shoes." No one truly knew what Alex had been through, so no one had

Alex was taken aback.

ever said that to him

to hearing were:

that he'd done

who knew why he did

No one ever asked.

"Hazel, she's gone. Can

wiped her tears, "Of

...

Meanwhile, in Pellonia.

was one in

down the

the back seat

sharp

gazingis yeatures,

window.

That man was Sherman.

been chaotic these

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