Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 675:

Brian’s face softened as he approached, his eyes filled with quiet sincerity. “It’s my fault, Grandma. I’ve been preoccupied, but I promise I’ll make an effort to be here more often, every day if you’d like.”

Carol waved him off dismissively, but her gaze held a weight of understanding. “That’s not what I meant,” she replied with a gentle smile.

She then looked at the last slice of orange in his hand. “I don’t need it, Brian,” she said with a soft, maternal warmth. “You should try it instead.”

Brian, though not particularly fond of oranges, gave a slight nod. He popped the slice into his mouth, feeling the sweet and tangy burst of flavor fill his senses.

“How is it?” Carol asked softly, her gaze fixed as she watched Brian’s reaction.

tone distant, the words drifting out without

the balance of sweet and sour that makes it worth savoring. Love, too, has its bitter moments, but in the end, the sweetness should always linger. If the

voice barely above a whisper. “Grandma…” He paused, his words heavy with emotion. “It’s been half a month since she

fear inside him began to surface. “I’m scared she might

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longer the strong figure he had often tried to be. He was a child again, seeking comfort and reassurance from the one person who had always been there for him. Carol, who knew him better than anyone, could feel the depth of his sorrow, and her heart

had been consumed by relentless busyness. His parents, deeply engrossed in their careers, had little time to spare. Hiring nannies to tend to the children was

offering him not just care but her undivided attention. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing day, far surpassing even the connection he

soul. Carol had raised him, shaped him, and offered him comfort in times of pain.