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.

Grandfather said you were smarter than me, but I was not convinced. So, when

me outstanding, so that

what I thought, and that was what I

better, I discovered that they disliked me even more. Only then

angry. You are their child. So am

kept me working like a stupid

told myself that it didn't matter if they could never love me, because I had

the most important person

less useless

I was

one day, Grandpa said to me, "Your brother was actually

could feel his expectation towards you, and I

matter. He loved me. That was

first, but

Grace's hoarse voice could be heard in the ward. She told the story in a steady

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

like a bystander, telling another person's

how you got the scar?" She looked up at

After a long while,

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

that. You dragged me into your bedroom, and you rudely took off my clothes to

only then did I know that you had a knack

chased me out of

was afraid that you would tell grandfather about it, so he would be disappointed and look

all day. But grandfather didn't blame me. Then I

a long time afterwards, I went home with injuries every day, and you

me against a bunch of hooligans. They cut

you remember what you said during

Payne's eyes sparkled.

Grace continued.

'only I can

Grace paused.

pursed his pale

didn't hate you that much

that, his shoulders trembled. He lowered

the back of Payne's head and choked, her eyes turning red, "Why

the sheets, his heart

he tasted something bitter in his mouth. Staring at his quilt, he

no one can bully me. But,

did we change

had never behaved like this even when she was having a hard time. She even managed to remain calm after being

her emotions. But why did her eyes turn red? She was

gave you everything," After a long

into his eyes for a long time.

Or power?

Or fame?

of you." Payne finally confessed, after all these years. Grace was shocked

mom and dad loved me very much, but I was jealous every time I saw grandfather taught you things. I am the big brother, but grandfather only cared

would reproach you even

tried to draw his attention by

ignored me. As I got older, I cared more about that.

I got, the more jealous I became. Yet you don't know

This was the first time she had listened to him

Payne finished, Grace said

"You're wrong.

give

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