My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 660 Ezekiel’s Home

I had thought about Francesca's passing before, but it was only a fleeting thought.

When the doctor announced her death, it was as if a sharp knife had been thrust into my heart, causing excruciating pain.

Leon, who looked as if he had gone crazy, wanted to see Francesca who was now covered in white cloth. However, the bodyguards who were guarding her stopped him.

One of them explained to me, "Ms. Felix, Ms. Gant instructed us to stay here and guard her in case… She asked that we return her to Mr. and Mrs. Gant in Sundew if anything unexpected happened. Please forgive us."

Francesca had arranged everything in advance. She didn't want us to face her death. I couldn't refuse her wish, even if it meant seeing Leon cry his heart out.

Leon followed closely behind, getting wet in the rain as they took Francesca away.

I approached him to stop him, but I had no idea how to console him. I understood that he was going through the most pain and he might carry this guilt with him for the rest of his life.

Leon yelled, "Let go of me, Renee!"

I let him go and followed him as he ran after the car.

But in the end, the car driving Francesca disappeared from our sight.

Leon was overcome with emotion and collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. I was sad to see him in this state and hugged him, but he abruptly pushed me away and said, "I want to go see her."

He was determined, saying, "I want to go to Sundew and see her!"

Leon whirled around and took off.

When I stood up, I briefly felt lightheaded before toppling to the floor. But then a pair of strong arms embraced me and I heard, "Let's go."

"Ezekiel—"

Everything was fuzzy, and I seemed to have lost consciousness. But I could feel someone adjusting my hair.

I had no idea how long it had been before I came to. I blinked open my eyes and took a look around. The room was simple, with white bedding, dark curtains, and blue pillows, and a beige sofa. It was very relaxing because everything was a solid color.

I shook my head and recalled that, just prior to passing out, I had met Ezekiel.

With that in mind, I quickly got up and went out barefoot. Ezekiel was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, but he opened them and turned his head to see me when he heard the noise.

He stood up gracefully and said, "Ms. Felix, you are unwell. It could be from recent exhaustion or from getting caught in the rain. You fainted in the rain just now."

"Thank you. Where am I?" I asked.

He was wearing a black shirt with a golden maple leaf on it. He looked incredibly dapper as he patiently explained, "This is my home in Bryxton. Your clothes were soaked in the rain, so I had to take you back to my house and change your clothes for you."

that point that I realized

he change my

should not be too intimate.

were you at the hospital? Have you suffered any injuries that I

and replied, "It's

nothing" meant that

added, "I'm

because I was afraid you would feel guilty. What about you, Ms. Felix? What were you doing near the hospital? And why did you

again and felt a surge of sadness I couldn't shake. My eyes instantly became moist, and I

a smile,

familiar, so I tried hard to recall and was able to recognize him. My memory

said, "I have a friend, and Leon loved

started to fall as I talked about her passing. Ezekiel sat next to me, sensing that I needed to talk. He used to be a psychologist, so he understood that I

to talk to me about her?"

remember is that she tightly gripped my hand and asked me if she would survive the surgery before she went

bowed my head

to teach a man a lesson on behalf of his wife who was a neighbor who had been kind to her and even gave the man a lot of money to support his family. She was truly intelligent and kind, but the world was not fair to her, and Bryxton wasn't kind enough to her. In the end, she was gone. Her eyes, filled with a fervent desire to live, will never leave my memory. She knew she had no hope and that there was a very high chance she wouldn't survive, but she clung to the tiniest shred of hope until the very end. Just a few days ago, she told me, 'Ms. Felix, I still want to do the best I can to live. I really,

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