My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 461

Shawn's car drove off into the distance. I stood helplessly alone by the road. I knew very well that I was the one to blame this time, but I just wanted to follow my heart. I didn't want to keep owing Ezekiel my life.

It was true that Shawn was mad, but it was also true that I had repaid Ezekiel for saving my life. I knew that Shawn was furious and not thinking straight, and he would ignore me for the time being. When I thought of that, I felt extremely sad inside.

It was especially so just now when he said that I had never given him a sense of security. It reminded me of what he said while he was half-conscious, back when we were in danger in Finland.

He said that he had always minded that person's existence. He knew that there was no need to be bothered, but he was anyway. He said that he never thought a day would come when someone like him would actually be jealous of someone else.

I suddenly realized that he was talking about Nicholas.

Actually, I had never truly given him a sense of security. I was the one who kept asking him for it, and I was always the one who kept throwing tantrums.

This side of Sunny saddened me greatly.

Suddenly, I felt a strong ache in my heart.

I stood where I was for a long time, and eventually, Gary appeared next to me. "President Felix, I've sent some men to escort Mr. Hastings away."

No matter what, Ezekiel's life was saved.

I asked him sullenly, "Gary, what should I do?"

"Everything has its pros and cons. You have followed your heart this time, President Felix, but you have broken Mr. Xenos'. Nothing in this world is perfect. As long as your conscience is clear, you will be fine."

How could my conscience be clear?

I had wronged Shawn.

I had even caused Sir Larson a serious injury.

Right now, Shawn, Sir Larson, Rudy, Robert, and Ezekiel were all wounded. None of them were unscathed.

"I have wronged everyone," I said.

"You were indeed in a difficult situation, President Felix."

I turned around and walked to my car, then got in. Gary sat in the passenger seat, and when the car started, I said, "I feel horrible being caught between them, but it actually is something I should endure. I saved Ezekiel this time just to repay my debt, so we don't owe each other anything in the future."

Gary nodded and said, "Mr. Hastings asked me to thank you in his stead, President Felix. He said that you didn't have to do it, but you still stood up for him."

My impression of Ezekiel…

How should I put it?

He wasn't a bad person.

But Shawn and the others thought that Ezekiel was a destroyer.

They were all wary of him returning to the top of the world.

So, what type of person was Ezekiel, exactly?

I had no answer to that question.

Now, I didn't even want to know the answer.

Because I only cared about Shawn.

"Gary, I absolutely won't help him again in the future."

"Yes. Just do as you wish, President Felix," he said.

"Gary, do you still want to stay by my side?"

Gary froze. "What do you mean by this, President Felix?"

"If you want to be my subordinate, you can proceed with ease of mind. I'll allow you to contact him as long as you don't betray or go against my principles. Other than that, you are not permitted to contact him in private."

Gary understood what I meant right away. He said firmly, "I know what you mean now. Don't worry, neither I nor Mr. Briar would betray our bosses."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Why?"

He said, "Mr. Hastings doesn't need us at all."

Ezekiel didn't need Gary and Waylen…

Gary was my assistant, so he knew a lot about Xenos Solutions. Mr. Briar was Shawn's assistant, so he knew all sorts of things about Shawn. If Ezekiel had both Gary and Mr. Briar, coupled with other pawns he had planted, he could easily snatch everything he used to own, and he could return to the top of the world in all glory.

But Gary said that he didn't need them.

What did he mean by that?

Could it be that Ezekiel never had this ambition in the first place?

Ezekiel had once told me that he just wanted to stay in Bryxton, and the attacks on him from Shawn and the others were forcing him into a corner.

They were forcing him to choose between leaving and fighting back.

"So, tell me, Ms. Felix. What should I do?"

I once told him that he could do unto others the way others had done unto him.

I stopped thinking about the problem that was Ezekiel and Shawn and the others. I simply asked, "Gary, how should I apologize to him?"

"President Felix, I cannot help you in this department."

"Hey, you're adding fuel to the fire!"

Gary grinned. "This is something you have to solve on your own, President Felix."

"Never mind, forget it. I'm not feeling too good."

I was especially annoyed at this moment.

I didn't return to Bryxton right away because Anthony told me that Shawn didn't go back to Bryxton but somewhere else.

The place Anthony spoke of was Xenos Manor.

Of course, I couldn't just run up to Shawn and incur his wrath, so I found an inn in the old town near Xenos Manor.

All the traveling I had done for the past two days drained all my energy. I slept for an entire day in the inn, but I only recovered a little bit of my energy. When I woke up, I took anticancer drugs and breakfast before deciding to meet Shawn.

In the car, I felt a little uncomfortable. I especially hated being in cars, perhaps because I was sick of it from all the traveling.

After half an hour on the road, I asked the driver to stop. I got out of the car and threw up violently, then took a long time to recover before I got back in the car to continue the journey.

Before I even arrived at Xenos Manor, Anthony sent me another message, saying that Shawn had left for Eldham ten minutes ago.

When I read the message, I got out of the car and threw up again.

After I was done, I weakly sat on the steps to Xenos Manor. I waited to recover, my vision blurry as I said, "I don't want to sit in a car anymore."

Now, I was afraid every time I saw a car.

Every second on the road was torture to me.

Gary hastily said, "I'll arrange for a private plane right away."

I was now truly sick of riding cars, or just being on the road.

I swore that as soon as I went back to Bryxton, I would settle down right away. I wouldn't go to any other place or f*ck around anymore.