Chapter 317 One of Us Has to Live Well
Dylan grabbed Sarah's hand and said, "Sarah, come with me."
Sarah wanted to, but she couldn't. She couldn't take Jacob with her. Even if she tried, they'd get stopped at the airport. Oliver would lose it, and no one would get away.
Sarah looked down, tears falling and landing softly on Dylan's hand. His heart ached, a pain he couldn't describe.
Sarah whispered, "Dylan, don't worry about me. Go to Swiizarland, buy a small island, just live a good life."
She looked up, her eyes full of tears, and continued, "One of us has to live well."
Dylan's gaze was intense.
Sarah pulled an $8 million check from her handbag and placed it on the dark office desk.
When she spoke again, her voice was shaky, "Over two years ago, because of my ignorance, I hurt innocent people. Grace helped me settle Lester in Vesper City. I owe her. Dylan, please take this check to her."
Sarah knew this was goodbye forever. Dylan probably wanted to see Grace again.
Sure enough, hearing Grace's name, Dylan was momentarily stunned.
An hour later, at Serene Petal Dining, in the heart of the city, it was the lunch rush. Grace was in the restaurant, sitting at a two-person table in the corner with just a glass of lemon water in front of her.
Across from her sat the restaurant manager, going over the business details.
Grace had almost forgotten the past. Taking over the hundred branches of Serene Petal Dining took double the time and effort, but she was willing to learn and work hard.
Grace didn't want to rely on Henry, even though he treated her so well.
Through a floor-to-ceiling window, Dylan sat in his car, quietly watching her beautiful profile. Despite everything, Grace was still stunning.
Grace looked up and spoke, her chin resting on her palm. She looked serious, but there was a hint of a smile. The faint scars on her slender wrist, from years ago, had almost faded away.
She looked happy, clearly doing well. Dylan suddenly didn't want to disturb her. He sat in the car, quietly smoking a cigarette. The faint smoke made his eyes sting and water as he watched Grace.
For the last time, maybe, it was the last time he'd see her this close.
When the cigarette finally burned out, Dylan abruptly opened the car door and walked out.
With each step, he remembered their first encounter, their conversations playing vividly in his mind.
"Mrs. Montague, you are more fragile than I imagined."
"In high society, many ladies spend their whole lives without reaching a fraction of their husband's wealth! Mrs. Montague, your marriage is very successful."
With each step, Dylan's eyes grew wetter.
Finally, he reached the front desk and lightly placed the $8 million check on the counter. Under the receptionist's surprised gaze, he said calmly, "Give this to Mrs. Montague. Tell her it's a debt from an old acquaintance."
Without waiting for a response, Dylan left the restaurant quickly. Just like their first meeting, it was sudden, striking his stagnant heart.
Dylan got into the car and closed the door. He closed his eyes lightly and told the driver, "To the airport."
A while later, Grace came out of the restaurant. Dylan's car was already gone, not even the tail lights were visible. Grace stood quietly for a moment, then looked down at the check in her hand, signed by Sarah. But the receptionist told her it was delivered by a very distinguished man, and she guessed it was Dylan.
Grace felt a bit dazed.
In the afternoon, Sarah saw Dylan off and returned to the villa.
She stayed with Jacob, who was well taken care of, chubby and loved by all the nannies, especially Olivia, who treated him like her own grandson.
At night, Sarah took painkillers, feeling slightly better.
She took a bath and gently rocked Jacob.
Maybe it was the scent of her body wash that Jacob liked, as he kept snuggling into her arms, half-closed eyes, looking adorable.
Sarah's eyes were full of tenderness. She gazed at Jacob, softly humming a lullaby. She wanted Jacob to remember this moment, to know he was loved by her. In the future, he might face difficulties and unhappiness, but in his dreams, he would remember his mother's scent.
Jacob, nestled in her arms, half-closed his eyes and smiled, reluctant to fall asleep.
Sarah gently pressed her face against his, thinking, 'Jacob, Mommy really wants to live longer to watch you grow, go to school, and play soccer on the green field. I want you to grow up quickly, but I'm also afraid you'll grow up too fast, becoming an adult with worries.'
Late at night, everything was silent. The bedroom door opened, and Oliver walked in.
He gently closed the door, looking at Jacob, who was almost asleep, and said softly, "Why isn't Jacob asleep yet?"
Sarah replied gently, "Olivia said he slept too much during the day."
Oliver walked over and picked up Jacob, gently stroking him.
Sarah watched quietly. In this moment, Oliver appeared somewhat affectionate. In this house, he only showed such an expression when he was with Jacob.
After a while, Jacob fell asleep. Oliver covered him with a small blanket. As he straightened up, he casually said, "Did you see Dylan off?"
Sarah knew she couldn't hide anything from him, so she nodded and said yes.
Oliver didn't say anything. His gaze fell on her. She had just taken a bath, wearing only a white bathrobe, loosely hanging on her slender body, looking alluring.
Oliver suddenly said, "In the past, you never wore a white bathrobe during your period."
Sarah clutched her robe tightly, fearing his suspicion, and casually made an excuse, "Jacob was crying, so I grabbed one at random."
Oliver's gaze was too deep, containing something she couldn't understand.
Sarah feared he might act on his impulses, but perhaps considering Jacob had just fallen asleep, or maybe he was satisfied with the women outside, he just gave her a faint glance and went into the bathroom to shower.