Chapter 263 Forget Unhappy Things
Chapter 263 Forget Unhappy Things
Hayden stared down at Martin, who was straining every muscle to pull him back onto the balcony.
Martin’s face was twisted with genuine fear and desperation.
In that moment, Hayden truly felt that Martin wanted him to live.
If only he hadn't seen Victoria's suicide note.
If only he hadn't heard Aria pouring her heart out, hadn't seen Aria's tears.
Aria’s tear-streaked face as she poured out her heart, the coffee shop humiliation at Mia’s hands, and worst of all, Mia’s cruel confession that she and Martin had already taken their wedding photos. That Martin had secretly built a second family.
That he already had a second family on the side.
Hayden might have actually been moved by Martin's performance right now.
Hayden angrily shouted at Martin.
He was saying he was giving his life back to Martin!
Don't make things difficult for Victoria!
And don't make things difficult for Aria either!
Martin couldn’t read his lips. All he heard was Hayden’s furious, unrelenting shouts
He didn't understand a single word.
"Hold onto my hand! Don't let go!" Martin gritted his teeth, struggling to pull him up.
Hayden was very heavy, and Martin was pulling with great difficulty.
Hayden’s weight dragged like lead. Sweat poured down Martin’s face, but no matter how fiercely he pulled, Hayden refused to cooperate.
"What are you doing?" Martin exploded in rage, yelling at Hayden.
Hayden suddenly let go.
His body kept falling.
Martin lunged and seized his wrist again, eyes blazing with fury and panic. “Are you crazy?Victoria sacrificed everything to keep you alive! It’s New Year’s Eve, damn it! A day for family—and you choose this?”
"You want to just die and be done with it? Hayden, you're a coward! Leaving behind your daughter and wife, you're willing to just die? Are you really that weak?"
“I won’t let you die!” Martin snarled, veins bulging on his forehead as he fought to haul Hayden up. “You hear me? I want you to live!”
Hayden looked at his furious expression, his own emotions strangely calm.
Martin's feelings were very, very complicated.
Not long ago, he wouldn’t have cared if Hayden lived or died.
But now everything had changed. He had fallen deeply for Victoria. He wanted to forget the past, bury the hatred, and rebuild what they once had.
Forget the unhappy things, forget the hatred.
If Hayden died here—right in front of him—Martin would never wash the blood from his name.
Victoria would be shattered. Any hope of reconciliation would die with Hayden. They already shared a child. He had promised Victoria he would support the entire Gonzalez family, no matter the cost.
Plus, they already had a child!
Martin needed Hayden to live, even if living was painful, he had to live.
Hayden needed money for treatment, and he would give it.
For a heartbeat, Hayden felt tempted—to stay, to watch over Victoria and Aria, to live simply as a family, even if money was scarce.
He couldn't and wouldn't go back on his word.
“Hold tight,” Martin gasped, sweat dripping from his brow. “I’ll pull you up. Just live, Hayden. Live.”
Pull him up.
Live a good life.
These words really did sound beautiful.
Hayden was truly tempted—watching over Victoria, staying with Aria.
Even if they didn't have much money in the future.
At least the family would be together.
Hayden was being pulled up by Martin with great effort and difficulty.
In that instant, he thought back to when he first met Martin, how Martin had smiled at him respectfully, saying he would repay his kindness.
The wild wind whipped up the corners of Hayden's clothes.
Hayden looked at Martin's features, and in this moment, he suddenly felt at peace.
Even if Martin pulled him up.
So what?
He had crippled Martin’s father and destroyed his family. A blood debt like that could never be erased
. He would forever be a thorn in Martin’s side
In the end,. Victoria would suffer the most.
Victoria had already written a suicide note.
If he didn't die.
The hatred wouldn't go away.
It was all cause and effect.
It was all karma.
The one who started it all was him, Hayden.
Let him bear all of this.
Hayden blinked his dry eyes at Martin on the balcony, who was gripping him tightly and refusing to let go, shouting anxiously.
He was saying, Martin, I forgive you, let's end all of this.
Be good to Victoria, be good to Aria.
Men shouldn't make things difficult for women.
And especially not for innocent people.
I'll go apologize to your father and mother myself.
But Martin had no mind to listen to his rambling, much less understand what he was trying to express. On the contrary, Hayden's shouting made him even more irritated.
"Shut up!" Martin yelled impatiently.
Hayden smiled.
Shut up.
He was about to shut up.
Very soon he would shut up forever and completely.
Hayden suddenly reached out to pry open Martin's hand gripping his wrist.
Finger by finger.
Martin was going crazy—was he trying to kill himself?
He pried open Martin's fingers, and Martin wrapped them around again: "Hayden, I'm warning you! Today is New Year's Eve, stop causing trouble!"
Was Hayden trying to make him look heartless and unjust?
On such a day of family reunion, he was attempting suicide on the balcony?
When Victoria came back, if she saw something had happened to him, how could he possibly explain?
"Hayden, I won't let you die! Even if you're going to die, you can't do it in front of me! You're trying to harm me!" Martin cursed furiously, tirelessly pulling Hayden up.
Besides, Hayden had caused his parents' deaths—what right did Hayden have to leave this world on his own terms?
Martin wouldn't allow it!
But how can a person fight against fate?
Even Martin, even an all-powerful, incredibly influential CEO, how could he resist destiny?
The harder Martin pulled, the more frantically Hayden pried.
Just then, the ornate iron gate of the Gonzalez Villa suddenly opened.
Victoria and Aria walked over arm in arm, carrying pastries in their hands.
Victoria saw Hayden teetering on the balcony, struggling with Martin, and her face instantly turned deathly pale. She shouted furiously at Martin on the balcony: "Martin, what are you doing!"
Martin flinched at Victoria's shout.
His eyes twitched.
In that moment of distraction.
Hayden completely pried open Martin's palm.
Martin's eyes widened.
He watched Hayden rapidly fall.
Before Aria and Victoria could react.
Hayden's body landed at their feet.
Blood gushed from Hayden's head, mouth, eyes, every part of his body, spreading wildly and staining Aria's shoes red.
The warm pastries in Victoria's hands fell to the ground. She knelt down and frantically picked up the blood-covered Hayden, whose eyes were wide open: "Dad! Dad!"