Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 296

In the Director’s office at Serenity Care Hospital, Dr. Brice pointed at the surveillance screen, saying, “He’s here.”

In the frame, Kyle was holding Sansa’s hand, sitting by her bedside.

Kyle was dressed in a crisp white suit with a blue-striped tie today. The blue-striped tie matched the blanket that Sansa was covered with. At the foot of Sansa’s bed, there was a bouquet of red roses, the most vibrant color in the entire ward. It seemed to light up the blue and white tones of the room, breathing life into it.

Sansa lay there quietly, her cheeks hollowed by extreme thinness, a stark contrast to the lively woman from his memory.

He gently stroked her fallen cheeks with his hand, the pain in his heart was as if it was being carved by a knife.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally managed to utter a sentence.

“I’m sorry, Sansa, I’m sorry, I came too late.” Tears rolled down his cheeks, landing on her pale face, yet she lay there still, like an inanimate doll.

Julie never thought that she would witness such a heart-wrenching scene. Kyle had only spoken one sentence, just one. But from his quivering back, Julie felt as if she could see the love they once shared.

He was always a gentleman, always considerate. He would pull out the chair for Sansa during meals, even test the water temperature before she drank.

Her mother always said that Kyle had spoiled Sansa, letting the usually independent and strong Sansa act like a child in front of him. Julie remembered the proposal, how it

had been.

He had bought her favorite red roses, knelt down on one knee, and looked up at her. It was winter, Julie was at Kieran’s house finishing her homework.

It was the first snowfall of the year, Julie had made plans for her and Kieran to spend the day together. The rumor was that a confession under the first snow would last forever. But tragically, she had spent the day working on her assignments.

When she stepped out of Kieran’s house, feeling disappointed, the snow had already covered the entire ground. In the evening, outside the villa lit with festive lights, Kyle was kneeling in the snow, holding Sansa’s favorite red roses, and a ring in his hand, he asked her, “Miss Sansa, would you like to be my silly girl for life?”

Even though it was a distant memory, that beautiful scene was etched in Julie’s mind. Until later, when Sansa and Kyle inexplicably broke up, she was watching Sansa cry her heart out all night, and then watching her pull herself together, saying she wanted to be a woman worthy of Kyle.

Sansa made herself strong and fearless, but Kyle seemed to have disappeared from the world. And now, the man she loved was sitting in front of her, but she didn’t even have the chance to say a word.

eyes welled up

into his

June because you were born in June, and we met

was crying in Kieran’s arms, and Kieran was gently patting her

fingers, “I’ve put down all the responsibilities and burdens I had, and came to

sea. If you don’t, I’ll

Julie, his brow furrowed. He gently closed his laptop, and said to Kieran, “Don’t worry,

**

she found that her eyes were red and swollen.

the office early. He said he’d pick

she was unsure whether to continue.

laughed, “Shannon, just say what you

awkwardly before finally saying, “Madame, did someone bully you? If someone

always eager to raise her and Sansa well, hoping they would thrive. Shannon was never this caring in her childhood memories with

“Shannon, thank you. For staying with me

was Young Master who asked me to stay with you. There’s not much I can do,

voice soft and

shoulder and

her lunch meeting with Zenith that day. As she tidied

and Shannon

outside but had a soft heart. Frowning, she asked

then responded with a touch of emotion, “Yeah, good people just… go. If Bertha were still alive, her birthday would be in a

Peaceful Garden Cemetery?” Amanda asked.

young

lost in memories. “I remember when Ivan was two or three, constantly crying and asking for his mom. I pitied him, so I let Bertha play the role. Bertha, instead of spending time with Phoebe, spent

reminiscing. “Yeah, she told him stories about when the young master and Madame were young. Ivan enjoyed them immensely. Bertha said she had done too many things to betray the Madame and feared she wouldn’t even have the right to ask for forgiveness. But she didn’t have an

many people over the years,” Amanda said, frowning. “Both Lucian and Joyce are my family. I’m too old for this… Will

before she descended, pretending not to have heard anything.

upset you last night?” Amanda