Chapter 279 Let Him Be
Dylan took Ambrose to the hospital and arranged for Donny to stay with him as a companion patient.
Just as he was about to leave, Donny called out to him.
"Thank you!" Donny leaned on his crutches. His leg hadn't healed yet, and the cast on it looked like a small child hugging his calf.
When he walked, his body swayed from side to side.
Dylan turned back to look. Donny stood in the corridor, sunlight falling on him, wrapping his entire body in warm light.
Dylan shook his head. "No need to thank me." He looked at Donny's injured leg, his expression complicated.
"Just stay alive, both you and Ambrose."
Dylan looked away, toward the flowers outside the window.
A gentle breeze passed by, and the green leaves swayed lightly. Under the tree, a green sprout had pushed through the soil.
Dylan had excellent vision. He looked at that newly sprouted green shoot, imagining that another seed had been given new life.
"Goodbye."
Dylan turned and left the hospital. He walked toward the light, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Ambrose had only suffered superficial injuries. It was like he had taken a nap, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Donny keeping watch by his bed.
Ambrose turned his head away, unwilling to let Donny see him in such a sorry state.
The curtain was half drawn. Donny sat in the sunlight, watching the sparrows chirping endlessly in the tree, his face wearing a smile like a spring breeze.
Ambrose lay in bed, in shadow. The curtain was half drawn, but that warm light couldn't reach him.
Donny slowly spoke. "Give it up."
"Now you should believe what I said. William doesn't want to kill you, and he definitely won't kill me."
"If he wanted to make a move, we wouldn't have survived until today."
Donny watched that sparrow. If this were before, he would never have said such things.
Once upon a time, he had been just as eager for William to die.
When Isabella was still alive, Donny had wanted more than once to take her away from William, but he had never succeeded.
Because Isabella would never choose to leave.
Isabella was too kind, always thinking of others.
In her heart, there was never room for herself.
Even if he could kill William, so what? Isabella could never come back to life. Donny shook his head, smiling bitterly to himself.
Ambrose definitely wouldn't give up. He was just as stubborn as Isabella.
The two of them, one sitting in sunlight, one lying in shadow.
Ambrose turned away from Donny. He looked at the wall in front of him and said,
"I don't have a home anymore."
Ambrose's eyes misted with tears. He thought of when he had traveled abroad.
When he sat alone in movie theaters, he always felt like something was missing from his heart. He didn't even know what that thing was, only that his heart was no longer whole.
When his head felt like it was splitting open, when those buried memories surfaced again, Ambrose finally understood that his heart could never be whole again.
From the moment he decided to seek justice for Isabella, his and Donny's views had been in conflict.
Ambrose's nose stung. If it hadn't been for Isabella back then, he would have died long ago, died at William's hands.
He was someone who should have died already.
What right did he have to keep living alone?
Maybe in that other world, he and Isabella would have a chance to meet again.
Ambrose closed his eyes, forcing all those tears back.
He thought of himself as a strong man who wouldn't cry easily. But when that figure in white appeared in his mind, Ambrose's tears still flowed uncontrollably.
"You should go. I want to be alone."
Ambrose lay on his side, wiping the moisture from the corner of his eye.
When Donny stood up, he looked back one last time at Ambrose lying in bed. He walked to the window and pulled the half-drawn curtain fully open.
He looked outside and said calmly,
"It's a beautiful day. Get more sun; it'll improve your mood."
After Donny closed the door, Ambrose suddenly sat up in bed. He raised his hand to block the harsh sunlight and closed the curtain Donny had opened.
Now there was no sunlight left in the room.
Ambrose sat at the head of the bed. He gathered his clothes and left the hospital without looking back.
Yesterday's car was totaled, so he could only walk.
Ambrose came again to the outside of the Spencer villa, but this time he didn't approach.
He just watched from a distance.
Through that window, he filled in Isabella's face in his mind, stroke by stroke.
He imagined Isabella lying in a crystal coffin and slowly reached out a hand.
Wind slipped through his fingers. Ambrose clenched his fist hard, but caught nothing.
He turned and left that street without looking back, but before long, he reappeared, dragging a half-person-height suitcase.
Ambrose had actually set up a tent across from the villa.
Ambrose hid in the tent. His every move didn't escape the eyes of Dylan and the bodyguards in the Spencer villa.
One of the men stood up and said, "I'll go get rid of him."
Dylan shook his head. "Even if you get rid of him, he'll just come back."
The man frowned and drew a slicing gesture across his neck.
"Then should I take him out?"
Dylan rubbed his temples and sighed softly.
"If you really dare to do that, I'll take you out myself right now."
The man's eyes immediately dimmed, and he obediently sat back down.
Dylan spoke slowly. "Anyone Mr. Spencer wants dead won't survive even if they escape to heaven."
"Anyone Mr. Spencer wants alive, even if they cause huge trouble, no one can touch them."
When William came downstairs again, he had already heard from Dylan about what had happened outside the villa.
He ate his breakfast calmly, showing no reaction, as if he hadn't heard what Dylan said.
Only after eating the last piece of broccoli on his plate did he wipe his mouth and say gently,
"Let him be."
Dylan nodded once and glanced at the man behind him.
The latter was slightly stunned but still silently followed behind.
Day broke again. A new day had begun.
Since that rain, the weather has been consistently good.
Dylan leaned forward and said, "Since the weather improved, the number of homeless people under the overpass has doubled."
William nodded. "Give them more money. Tell them if they want to change their fate, they should stay where they are."
Dylan picked up his phone and sent a message, waiting silently.
William had someone open the cage door. He grabbed the dog leash and led Juniper around the dining table in a circle.
Then he placed one of the plates on the floor and pointed at it with his foot.
Juniper sensibly crawled over and licked the grease on it with her tongue.
William's lips curved up as he said slowly,
"Good dog."
"I'll take you to play with the male dogs."
The male dogs William referred to were, of course, those homeless people under the overpass.