Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Chapter 1357

Drake carried Debra downstairs on his back.

A warm teardrop hit his shoulder. He frowned, glancing sideways at her unconscious face. Even when she passed out, her brows stayed furrowed. Tears kept soaking into his shirt.

"What a fool," he muttered.

Andrew slumped against the wall. The tiny attic room glowed with remnants of Debra's childhood. This had been her sanctuary years ago.

Back then, when her parents were busy with business, they'd leave her at the Potter Mansion for weeks. Young Debra's first word wasn't Mama or Papa. It was Brother.

She'd trailed him everywhere like a shadow.

The mansion's vast emptiness scared her at night. She'd cry until he moved her bed near the attic's stained- glass window. His mother had joked that he would have a good husband someday, just like his dad.

Debra's laughter had thawed the mansion's cold halls. She'd painted his gray world in color.

feet. His chest burned like coals as he flicked

grew fast and devoured

little, she once said that she would marry a prince one day. He had once thought that he was that

he wasn't. He could never

stepped out of the attic, it was a struggle for him, as if

Barton's voice pierced

at the attic entrance, then shouted,

through the mansion. Before he could take

"Wait."

"But the..."

"Wait."

of Debra's painful past should be reduced to

kept these

they were daggers waiting to stab her heart. They