Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 315: What Have We Become!

Grace stood in front of the white door for a long time. Finally, she reached out and opened the door.

"I won't eat." Payne lay on the bed, weak and haggard. These days, he had been anxious. The desire to live kept him struggling in pain.

However, the pain was too much to bear. With days passing by, he grew increasingly desperate.

He wanted to live, so he fought with the agony and the disease, dreaming to go back to the days when he could enjoy the luxury life had to offer and be carefree. Mrs. James cried every day. Payne couldn't bear to watch her like that. Then she got sick, too. Payne was a little relieved that he finally didn't have to be around her. Only the housekeeper would deliver food to him. Mrs. James hired the best nurses for her beloved son. They worked 24 hours a day and took turns to take care of Payne. Payne was fed up with this white room. When he had a clear mind, he would look out of the window. His eyes were no longer as bright as before. When the door was opened, he thought the housekeeper had come with food. The medicine and the chemotherapy cost him his appetite. Everything tasted bitter.

Now he would only eat when he was starving.

He was even too weak to speak.

Naturally, he wouldn't bother to see who was coming.

He just sat on the bed, pretending to enjoy the view outside the window.

The he felt a shadow over him.

He didn't want to waste his energy to check it out. Annoyance climbed onto his haggard face.

Yes, he was annoyed. He hated to have others pity him. If possible, he would rather it be the other way around.

"Get out," Payne said in a weak voice, somewhat annoyed, "I know I am sick."

"Is it affecting your mind, too?"

Payne heard a woman's voice.

He froze, shocked.

He slowly turned his head from the window to the bedside. In just 45 degrees, his expression changed dramatically.

Staring at her for a long moment, he laughed self-deprecatingly, "Are you here to check if I'm dead?"

The woman remained silent. She pulled the chair beside the bed over and sat down. Glancing at Payne, she stood up, picked up a pillow from the sofa and put it behind Payne. "What are you doing? Are you pitying me?"

Grace looked at his sunken cheeks for a long time. It was hard to recall his handsome features. He changed so much that she couldn't recognize him.

She stretched out and buttoned Payne's white hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" Payne pursed his pale lips with vigilance.

Grace shook off his hand and then unbuttoned the shirt. Then a scar on his shoulder was exposed. The wound had healed, but the scar was nasty. "Do you remember how you got this?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

She stroked the scar. Payne wanted to dodge her hands as he felt the scar burning, his shoulders trembling.

"If you're here for nostalgia, save it. I'm dying. What's the point of reliving the past with a dying man?"

Grace ignored his harsh words and continued to caress him.

She continued, "I grew up with Grandpa."

"Are you showing off? Grace, he is dead. You lost him forever."

She ignored him again.

"I used to envy you.

Mom and dad loved you. I was too young. I thought they didn't like me because I had done something wrong.

So, I tried my best to be better than you for their attention.

is I'm stupid. Grandfather said you were smarter than me, but I was not convinced. So, when you played, I studied. I

would make me outstanding, so that mom and dad would love

what I thought, and

and better, I discovered that they disliked me even

angry. You are

kept me working like

if they could never love me, because I had

was the most

thing that made me feel less useless was grandfather's approval. It

least I was not

brother was actually

you, and I realized that

matter. He loved

shocked at first, but then he was

the ward. She told the story

mom and dad's love. Why would you take away

bystander, telling another

you remember how you got the scar?" She looked up at the brown scar,

was too weak, his face pale. After a long while,

was in primary school, I didn't tell anyone about our

You dragged me into your bedroom, and you rudely took

did I know that you

me

afraid that you would tell grandfather about it, so he would be

But grandfather didn't blame me. Then

home with injuries every day, and you would

on Payne's shoulder. "This scar was the booty of a fight. You protected me against a bunch of hooligans. They cut you. After

"Do you remember

Payne's eyes sparkled.

Grace continued.

'only I can bully my

Grace paused.

pursed his pale lips

you that much

He lowered his head, his dim eyes revealing something

the back of Payne's head and

the sheets, his

bitter in his mouth. Staring at his

said no one can bully

you would protect me. Why did we change so much

was having a hard

emotions. But why did her eyes turn

After a long while,

into his eyes for a long time. Was it about

Or power?

Or fame?

jealous of you." Payne finally confessed,

dad loved me very much, but I was jealous every time I saw grandfather

he would reproach you even if

to draw his attention by being

so well and ignored me. As I got older, I cared more about

I became. Yet you

was the first

finished, Grace

"You're wrong.

give

he warned me more than once that you would be the man in charge in this