Chapter 286 No One Will Ever Love You

Chapter 286 No One Will Ever Love You

Aurora Ross's POV:

Winslow.

How long had it been since he last heard that name?

He never expected to hear it again.

Especially not on his deathbed.

Half a century had passed, and he could no longer remember her voice.

Her image in his memory had become blurry.

But his heart reacted first, beating faster.

I glanced at the monitor that suddenly started beeping. When I saw his heart rate had spiked to 140, I smirked.

Looks like Eder isn't as calm as he appears.

Eder said, "Who told you all this?"

"Alex? I can't believe he would be so bored."

His tone wasn't accusatory, just indifferent, as his fingers unconsciously rubbed the gemstone.

I stared at him for a while.

"You still haven't answered me. Why did you kill her?"

Eder said, "She was just a woman arranged by the family. Killing her didn't need a reason."

Listening to the beeping machine, I looked out the window at the garden full of flowers.

But the old man on his deathbed still wouldn't admit it.

He loved her.

I suddenly found it laughable.

"I finally understand why you killed her."

"Just like you're worried Alex will fall in love with me, so you want to kill me."

"You were also afraid you'd fall in love with her."

He was twisted and ruthless, a born killer.

His eyes only saw family interests, the best machine the family had cultivated.

But Winslow's arrival was an accident.

At first, he could justify his kindness to her under the guise of "engaged couple."

But later, when he started putting effort into making her happy.

He began to realize things were getting out of control.

"So you killed her."

The more I spoke, the colder my voice became.

Eder was indeed ruthless, to others and to himself.

And his own cowardice was compensated with Winslow's life.

"She was really unlucky to fall in love with someone like you."

The beeping of the heart monitor grew more urgent, accompanied by the sound of the blood pressure cuff inflating.

He finally noticed the diary in my hand, the neat handwriting making his breath quicken.

Memories broke through the heavy door.

He suddenly remembered the moment she died.

No resentment, no anger, even a sense of relief.

She had long stopped wanting to live like this.

Also trained by the family, but she had never been tamed.

Her eyes reflected his cold gun barrel.

But they were filled with pity for him, whose mind had been completely twisted.

'After me, no one will ever love you.'

In the decades that followed, he often remembered her gaze.

It was like a curse, haunting his heart.

Like a nightmare.

He often dreamed.

In his dreams, she was still lively, gentle, so charming.

But the pain would flood over him the moment he opened his eyes.

He regretted it.

He had regretted it for a long time.

"Is that why you torment Alex?"

Eder asked, "He's a lot like me, isn't he?"

So he wanted Alex to suffer the same pain, dragging him down to hell.

"No, you and Alex are nothing alike. You're selfish, ruthless, authoritarian, arrogant, always only loving yourself..."

The insults came one after another, and his breathing grew more rapid.

I took a deep breath, changing my tone.

"And Alex, every time he submits, it's to protect others."

"He always loves me before he loves himself."

My existence was never a threat to him.

Under the family's training, he would never become a tamed bird.

"Admit it, you're jealous of him."

Eder angrily threw the pen in his hand.

His expression was no longer calm.

I had hit a nerve, making him so embarrassed.

In the same twisted family, he had killed his lover.

But Alex had never bowed his head.

So, he and I were still in love.

Our existence constantly reminded him that he and Winslow could have had a different ending.

But he had personally destroyed it.

Eder shouted, "I thought your fate would be like Luna's!"

Luna?

I scoffed, "I'm not that gentle."

"I'm not a rose, I'm a hyena! If anyone bullies me, I'll bite back no matter how long it takes."

I would never lie in bed, withering away like Luna.

"And you."

"You will never be with Winslow, even if you go to heaven after you die, you still won't meet her."

"You're too dirty."

Someone like Winslow, her love would never be given a second time to a cowardly scoundrel.

I had said all I wanted to say.

My throat began to ache again.

I opened the contract and signed Eder's name on it.

I had never placed my hopes on Eder.

"Did you forget?"

"My handwriting, you personally trained."

Almost effortlessly, I stamped his handprint at the bottom of the contract.

I looked at the contract with satisfaction.

The rest was up to Alex.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Eder sat on the hospital bed, defeated.

His gaze didn't linger on the transfer contract.

Instead, he stared out the window, unfocused.

His eyes were full of vibrant colors.

He had spent his life growing flowers.

But at the end of his life, he finally understood their weight.

Flowers were never something that could be obtained cheaply.

He grew them for her.

She was the one he had lost in his half-life of confusion, never to be found again.

"If I can go to heaven, let me see her one more time."

His voice was light, carried by the wind outside the window.

The flowers outside swayed gently.

It was unclear if they were agreeing on Winslow's behalf or rejecting on her behalf.

The ventilator started beeping.

The lines on the heart monitor slowly flattened.

His expression was weary, yet relaxed.

He no longer had to bear the family's burden, dying in his sleep.

To seek, to beg for Winslow's forgiveness.

And now, fifty years had passed.

I watched the old man on the bed, who had removed his oxygen mask, and pressed my lips together.

Finally, I placed the diary on his bedside table and turned to leave.