Chapter 528: From the Beginning, to Today

Myron Baron responded in a hushed voice, "We, we are."

I snapped back to my senses and leaned against Myron Baron to steady myself.

The doctor came over to me and looked at me, sighing softly, "The deceased left his last words and asked me to make sure I relayed them to you, he said it was enough to have met you for so many years before he died."

My vision was a blurry mess, "Did he, did he say anything else?"

"And said that he told you to forget about him and live your life, so that he could die in peace."

I stood transfixed.

Nathanael, why did you have to die if you wanted me to really forget about you ...

The doctor looked at Myron Baron again, "He said that you know everything he wants to say and believes that you think the same as he does."

As the doctor spoke, Nathanael was wheeled out of the resuscitation room by the nurse, a layer of white cloth, covering his entire being.

It was as if, he was separated from all of us, just like that, by a layer of white cloth, dead.

Forever, and irreversible.

I stared blankly at the white cloth, and before my eyes, Nathanael's once vivid appearance in front of me abruptly appeared.

"You're welcome, get acquainted, my name is Nathanael, what's your name?"

"Whatever you want to do in the future, feel free to do it, no matter what, I support it."

"That's okay, I respect all the decisions you make."

"Okay, I promise."

...

"This is fate, it's what I owe you guys, it's destined to be paid back ..."

"This time, why don't you just let me get credit for what I've done?"

...

All the images, in my mind constantly interlaced, as if playing an old movie, frame by frame.

From the beginning, to today.

It's so fast.

Four years, gone in a flash.

And the person who was once alive, just like that, left permanently.

Five days later, the first rain in the fall.

The raindrops pattered down, like an accompaniment to Nathanael's funeral.

Myron Baron and I attended with Andy.

To this day, I am still somewhat unable to look back.

A living, breathing person, literally gone.

The Lora family didn't grieve much, as if they were attending the funeral of an unimportant person.

Nathanael's father's face was more angry at Nathanael than in mourning.

That he didn't know what he was doing, that he had absolutely no regard for THE Lora family ...

"Uncle!"

Melody held back and held back, but finally she couldn't help interrupting in a loud voice, tears falling down, "You know, I was originally still complaining about my brother, and up to the moment of his death, there wasn't a single word in his last words about our THE Lora family! Now, I kind of understand, if I were him, I would only hate not being a member of THE Lora family!"

"Melody, what are you talking about, shut up!" Melody's mother took her by the arm and warned her to keep her mouth shut.

Melody held back for a few days, and all her emotions completely erupted as she choked and growled lowly, "Did I make that up? You guys say he doesn't consider THE Lora family, how have you ever considered him! When he was so young, he was kicked out by his uncle for so many years, living in a villa, but do you know how the servants treated him?

And when he came back, it was only because his aunt couldn't give birth to a son, did you treat him as a member of the Lora family? Do you think of him as a member of the Lora family? No, you don't! You just think of him as a money-making machine for the Lora family!

Does he have family? He doesn't! He had nothing! Until now, he's dead! And you didn't feel sorry for him even a little bit, uncle, you are such a good father!"

...

"Melody..."

I pulled her back, my eyes blurring with tears, took a deep breath, and advised, "Let him go in peace."

Melody sniffed, looked at Nathanael's tombstone, and hissed and cried harder and harder, crying until she lost her strength and was held up by Craig.

Once the funeral process was over, the Lora family left one after another.

Only our family, Melody and Craig were left.

Andy tilted his head, tears kept rolling down again, deflated his mouth, "Mom and dad, why do they all say uncle is dead? Uncle is not dead, uncle is just hurt ... hurt is going to heal ah ..."

Myron Baron bent down and picked him up, not caring about the mud on Andy's feet, "Uncle is gone to another world, he is in another world, and will want Andy to grow up to be a strong and brave man."

Another World ...

This statement, too, seemed, in a way, to comfort me.

I looked at the tombstone, Nathanael, who was wearing a light-colored dress and smiling warmly, wiped my tears, and bowed deeply, "Nathanael, thank you."

As for what to thank, I'm a little lost for words.

Too much.

"Nathanael, I know everything you want to say and feel the same way, don't worry."

Myron Baron spoke as if in reassurance after he placed Andy on the ground and bowed with him.

Then, long afterward, one late afternoon, I remembered the words and asked Myron Baron what he meant by them.

He took me into his arms, his voice soft, and instead of answering the question directly, he said slowly, "He asked me to go to THE Lora Group that day after he took the technical documents, to be the one to give them back to me, and he said that it wasn't the technology he wanted at all, but just to find out just how much I really thought of you."

I was slightly stunned.

"I think what he was trying to say was that he wanted me to always see you as the most important and always make you happy."

His jaw dropped to the top of my head and his voice sighed a little, "He really does love you, so I'm going to have to love you even more to do that."

I hugged him and didn't say anything, unspeakable emotions in my heart.

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After Nathanael's funeral, Myron Baron started working on Milton Charlotte.

Thinking about it, I knew that Milton Charlotte dared to do so, certainly without Grandpa Charlotte's permission.

After all, the Charlotte family had suffered a loss at the hands of Myron Baron, and would not give up, which led to the kidnapping.

With the Charlotte family behind Milton Charlotte, this matter is very tricky.

But Myron Baron and I had no other ideas, we were just determined to make Milton Charlotte pay for Nathanael's death.

The Charlotte family originally planned to let the tattooed man who shot her that day take the blame for all of this. I don't know what Myron Baron thought, but the tattooed man confessed to all of it the day before the trial.

Milton Charlotte was sentenced.

Grandpa Charlotte was so angry that he fainted on the spot on the day of the trial and became seriously ill, and in the following years, the Charlotte family began to decline because of Grandpa Charlotte's serious illness.

But that was all for later.

After leaving the courthouse, we went straight to the cemetery to tell Nathanael about the verdict.

Though, he shouldn't care about that.