Chapter 51 The Former Marion Is Dead

The elevator had reached the first floor. Marion found a corner with fewer people and planned to wait there for the driver from home to pick her up. However, Jameson persistently followed her. Once they reached the corner, his eyes visibly brightened with hope. “Marion.”

Jameson held onto Marion’s wheelchair, intending to crouch and talk to her. However, Marion tapped the CT report in her hand onto his. “Don’t touch me!” Although the report was thin and rolled up, the impact was not painful. Yet, the disdain in Marion’s eyes was evident.

Feeling as if a hammer had struck his chest, Jameson took a step back and

refrained from touching her wheelchair. Only then did he crouch down in front of her. “Marion, can you look at me?”

Marion looked at him, and for some reason, she felt devoid of any emotion despite having liked it so much in the past. If she had to describe it, there was perhaps only a trace of nostalgia.

Nostalgia for the once gentle older brother, who had somehow transformed into what he was now. The past twelve years felt like a blur to her.

She released her tightly held phone and calmed herself. “Jameson, for the sake of our twelve years of acquaintance, don’t ruin whatever feelings I still have for you.

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slowly uttered the words with a touch of regret. It

to steady himself by placing his hands by his side

he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. “Did you fall

don’t you say instead that ‘in 40 days,

“Marion-”

her, his eyes

that car hit her and you left without looking back. The Marion I used to be died on the day

Former

ending.”

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to want to say something more, but Marion’s phone rang. Unwilling to waste any more time on him, she answered Evan’s call. With one hand, she pushed the wheelchair away from Jameson and made her way to the entrance

for her. Marion pushed the wheelchair and used the wheelchair–accessible path to exit. When

okay, Mr.

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