See You Never, Mr. Lamont by Coral

Chapter 252 The Fa rthest Distance

How did my father die? He fell into depression upon hearing the news of his death and committed suicide on the anniversary of his death.

He narrowly escaped with his life, but his father’s death was his everlasting pain.

Edmond’s thin lips curled into a cold sneer. “You were clearly not dead, yet you hid and watched the spectacle. Tristen, your heart is colder than mine.”

Tristen’s face gradually lost its color: “Stop talking!”

He grabbed Edmond’s collar excitedly, yelling h oar sely, “Dad is dead! Don’t use him to provoke me. If it wasn’t for you, Dad wouldn’t have committed suicide at all. Edmond, I shouldn’t have saved you in the first place!”

Edmond’s eyes were filled with indifference.

Tristen was right, he indeed saved his own life.

On the day of the accident, he and his friends were discussing a motorcycle race. Later, a sudden fire broke out. Tristen, who was having a meeting not far from him, risked his life to rescue him after learning about his situation.

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Only after he woke up did he realize, Tristen was dead.

He gave himself the gas mask, trading life for life.

Later on, he developed a hidden ailment. He was afraid of fire, heat, and anything related to fire.

In the second year, my father committed suicide on the anniversary of Tristen’s death. After that day, he changed his temperament, locked himself in the company, and took over the Lamont family. Within a year, he increased the company’s net profit by five times, pushing the Lamont Group directly into the front row of Wyvernport.

He took care of Rosalie without any boundaries, also to repay a debt, the debt of Tristen trading his life for his.

“Everything of the Lamont family was originally mine,” Tristen said, staring at him steadily. “Since you’re here, don’t leave.”

Edmond frowned warily, gradually, he suddenly felt weak all over, “You…”

“You’re already dead, might as well die thoroughly, my dear brother…”

In a haze, Edmond heard Tristen’s voice and lost consciousness all over his body.

In the backyard of the Johnson family, Claudia and Horace sat facing each other.

“When Tristen came to me, he only mentioned borrowing a venue and needing a journalist’s contact information,” Horace said, his face falling. “If I had known what he was up to, I would never have helped him. Seraphina, would you believe me? I know what Edmond means to you, you should know, I’m not that kind of person.”

Claudia tightened her fingers, smiling calmly, “I believe in you

relief. Just then, his phone, which was on the

the name “Tristen” strikingly

hung up the phone impatiently. Not long after, the phone

Claudia laughed generously, “It’s

there was really no need to explain so much. Whether she believed it or not wasn’t that

the matter concerning Tristen, that person would

phone

speakerphone.

“I have some good news

coughed lightly as a warning, “Tristen, I helped you before because of Edmond being

hearing this, Tristen’s voice fell silent for a

but from the sound of it

to keep his distance from him

breeze blew by, and a “whooshing” sound came from the

but his heart was pounding

if Tristen

understood, Mr. Ferguson… Thank you, and,

quickly hung up

relief in his heart and said to Claudia, “I have

then, her phone

Pedro’s phone

driving towards the northern

single word, it contained a

then, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Tristen: I have some bad news, Edmond isn’t dead.

sentence, Horace felt a chill run through

large fluffy sweater, which kept her

yellow sunlight cast a gentle halo on her profile, making her

had some other matters to attend to, so I

finished speaking, she stood up

Horace’s reaction.

Horace called after

head, her eyes and brows radiating a brilliant smile, yet with an insurmountable

“Something wrong?”

wrong, of course

moment, he didn’t know how

But if he didn’t show her, he was afraid she would resent him once she found out the

seconds, he

to her, handed her the phone, and calmly said, “Tristen sent me a message, I’m not

taken aback, her gaze falling on her phone. Seeing the message on it, her