Chapter 765: Sadness Flowing Backwards Like a River
In moments of utmost helplessness and despair, people are willing to believe in anything supernatural. They hope for miracles, for time to turn back.
Selene said, "I once wished there were ghosts in this world so I could say a final goodbye to Hya." She regretted not being able to bid Hya a proper farewell.
The rain continued to fall, and the night was cold enough to make one shiver. Sebastian lay lifelessly on the grave like a walking corpse.
Andrew walked over with an umbrella, holding it above Sebastian's head. "Boss, don't do this. She would feel sad seeing you like this from above."
Sebastian stared blankly, seeing and hearing nothing. He didn't care about anything; he just wanted to stay close to the grave, feeling nearer to Isabella.
The heavens couldn't hear his hysterical cries or see his heart-wrenching pain.
"Boss," Andrew squatted down and urged, "the rain is getting heavier. Let's go back."
Sebastian's eyes finally focused. "Isabella is afraid of the cold and the dark. I can't leave her alone here; I need to stay with her."
"Boss, I know you're in pain, but staying here won't change anything," Andrew persuaded. "Think about Rowan; she's here now, and she needs you."
Sebastian remained silent, closing his eyes as tears fell from the corners, looking utterly miserable.
No matter how much Andrew tried to persuade him, Sebastian refused to leave. Andrew had no choice but to stay with him.
Andrew called Lila to inform them not to worry and updated them on the situation.
Grandma Whitmore was deeply concerned but knew her grandson needed to get through this on his own.
Selene also stayed at the cemetery until dawn.
When the rain stopped and the sun came out, Sebastian was still curled up in front of Isabella's grave. He didn't want to leave or face anyone or anything.
Andrew and Selene couldn't stay there indefinitely and had no choice but to return to the hotel temporarily.
Andrew bought clean clothes and food for Sebastian, but he didn't eat a single bite.
No matter who went to the cemetery to persuade Sebastian, it was useless.
Lila tried for a long time, but Sebastian remained silent.
Stella went and cried in front of Sebastian and Isabella's tombstone, but he was unmoved.
Even Grandma Whitmore's words had no effect.
Later, Selene and Andrew brought Little Lucky along.
Sebastian lay motionless on the ground, looking disheveled like a homeless man, far from his usual dignified self as a CEO.
Sebastian had a high fever; his body was burning hot one moment and feeling cold the next. He was delirious from the fever.
Little Lucky walked up the steps by herself. She looked at her father lying on the ground and paused for a moment before walking over.
Little Lucky squatted beside her father, touching his hand with her small hand and smoothing the hair stuck to his forehead. "Daddy, what's wrong?"
Her soft voice was full of concern for her father. That one sentence made Selene and Andrew feel even worse inside.
In front of Little Lucky was Isabella's grave-her mother-yet Little Lucky didn't know that her mother lay there.
Sebastian didn't respond. Little Lucky gently shook his hand and called out again, "Daddy, the ground is cold; you'll get sick."
These were words Stella often used when Little Lucky rolled around on the ground playing. Now Little Lucky used them to show concern for her father.
After calling out several times, Sebastian finally opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and tear stains marked his face.
Seeing his daughter made Sebastian's heart ache even more. "Rowan, Daddy is useless."
His voice was hoarse; he felt utterly useless for not protecting Isabella and letting his daughter lose her mother at such a young age.
Andrew and Selene felt heartbroken listening but couldn't offer any comfort.
Little Lucky sat down on the ground and looked at the tombstone with innocent eyes. "Daddy, who is lying here?"