My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 141

Chapter 139

"They are all buried in the Xenos Family's cemetery."

"They're all dead?"

"Yes."

"How did they die?"

"Suicide."

…

When I woke up in the morning, Shawn was no longer by my side. I reached out, opened the window, and saw that Waylen was waiting in the courtyard.

"Where's Shawn?" I asked, frowning.

Waylen informed with a smile, "Mr. Xenos left extremely early to swing by the Xenos Family's private hospital. He ordered me to take you back to Eldham, Ms. Felix."

I hummed in displeasure when I heard that.

"Are you upset, Ms. Felix?" Waylen asked as he immediately perceived what had gotten me upset.

"No. It's nothing," I murmured with a twitch of my lips.

Actually, not waking up to Shawn's embrace in the morning made me feel lonely.

Waylen sent me back to my apartment. Not long after I lay in bed, a doctor came to change the dressing for me. I saw the wound on my leg, but it wasn't that serious. My back problem was much more severe.

My spine was more or less crushed during the incident and it hurt greatly.

After the doctor left, I sipped a cup of tonic while sitting in my wheelchair and then texted Shawn.

I asked him, 'When are you coming home?'

He responded almost immediately. 'At the end of the month.'

It was only the beginning of the month now…

It might have been due to his fear that I was overthinking things because he sent yet another message. 'I'm returning to Finland in a few days to deal with something.'


When he spoke of Finland, it reminded me of Tracy Hayes.

Shawn had a special relationship with the Hayes Family because even if Tracy irritated him, he would still show mercy to her.

It was hard for a man like him to be merciful.

Although he had taught Tracy a lesson, I would always remember that she had hurt me, and I needed to find a chance to get my revenge in the future.

So, I stopped responding to Shawn's text messages. For the next month, he didn't contact me as well. I constantly tried to contact him, but his phone was always turned off. As a result, I asked Waylen about this, and he replied, "Mr. Xenos used to travel alone frequently, making it impossible to contact him at this time. The only option is to await his return to Eldham."

When I heard his words, I asked in concern, "What if something happens to him?"

Waylen replied firmly, "Nothing would happen."

I was surprised at his answer, so I questioned him once again, "How are you so certain?"

"Because he is Mr. Xenos, Ms. Felix."

Does it mean Shawn is safe just because he is who he is?

I couldn't comprehend Waylen's point of view and I was apprehensive about the possibility of Shawn getting hurt in Finland!

Shawn's physique was not built of iron, so how could he keep hurting himself repeatedly without consequence?

Just when I was worried to the point of reaching depression, he sent me a text message saying, 'Don't miss me too much, Myra. I will be back in three days.'

He knew I missed him, yet he was only contacting me now!

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't upset about this, but Shawn's text message was a tremendous reassurance for me. For I no longer had to be concerned about his safety!

For the past month, the wounds on my body had healed, and I had spent most of my time at work.

After I moved the Felixs' family business to Eldham, things grew increasingly challenging and I had to rebuild many things from ground zero.

Fortunately, the company had a good foundation, so the situation wasn't completely helpless.

Today, when I attended a work conference, Emma texted me out of the blue, 'Where are you, Renee?'

'At the company,' I replied.

'I just got back to Eldham yesterday,' she said.

When I saw the message, I asked politely, 'What's the matter?'

'I heard you have the most recent model of Rolls-Royce, am I right?' Emma's intention was evident.

'It's parked at the office. You are welcome to come and pick it up.'

I wasn't a stingy person. She was, after all, my friend. Furthermore, Emma's arrival time coincided with when I was ready to leave work.

I went downstairs with my car key, and she greeted me cheerfully, "Renee, I brought you a gift!"

With that, she handed me a canvas bag.

I took a quick peek inside and noticed a box of cheese.

Emma added, smiling, "I've got the Venice specialties for you. Unfortunately, I could only get you this because I am poor, so I hope you enjoy it."

I pursed my lips into a smile and asked, "Why would you be poor when you are Ms. Emma of the Turner Family? By the way, have you obtained your driver's license?"

She hadn't even turned eighteen. So, asking that question was a useless feat.

"I'll make sure to drive secretly, so it won't be a problem."

I was confident in Emma's abilities, so I handed her the car key. As she took the keys, she thanked me gratefully.

Emma seemed overjoyed lately, in contrast to her previous coldness. Was it possibly due to the fact that she felt embarrassed to ask for the car?

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