Chapter 11
I tried to pull the beam away from him, but was horrified to discover that the spikes on the beam had pierced his head.
“Nolthen!”
I was completely panicked.
All around me were people running around in panic.
A scorching wave of air rushed towards me and I felt as if I were in a terrifying hell.
Nolthen forced himself to open his eyes, but his gaze was unfocused.
Forced a smile towards me.
“Cough, Calista, I listened to you. You told me to wait here and I didn’t move around.”
A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth and by the end of the sentence, his breath was as thin as a spring.
He reached out his hand to me with difficulty, a calm smile on his face.
But the dead gray on his face gave me an ominous feeling.
“Nolthen!”
I tentatively called out.
But no response, no further reaction.
The debris from the surrounding buildings was still falling one after another.
Ron rushed in anxiously, found me and upon seeing Nolthen’s body, he froze for a few seconds Without a word, he carried the body and ran out with us.
Later, the police investigated and discovered that Kaitlyn had set the fire at Eaton Family’s manor and she had been arrested and imprisoned.
Since she couldn’t see any hope from the man she loved, she developed resentment and extreme thoughts.
At his funeral, his family doctor told me an unexpected piece of news.
Nolthen was already in the late stages of liver cancer and the cancer had metastasized to his eyes, leaving him nearly blind.
He couldn’t see?
No wonder he nearly fell several times while rescuing me.
No wonder he couldn’t see the beam crashing down from above.
I tightly covered my mouth, tears streaming down my fingers and my once strong heart was instantly shattered.
He was in such poor health, yet he rushed in to save me.
What on earth was he thinking?
The next moment, I fell into a warm embrace.
“I told him to wait there.”
An unprecedented wave of guilt and self-reproach washed over me. My voice grew hoarse from the tightness in my chest.
I leaned on Ron’s shoulder and cried uncontrollably.
“Honey, it’s not your fault.”
Ron patted my back for quite long time. He left a trusted confidant to help Nolthen manage the Eaton Corporation. Also donated all profits to charities.
Ron and I had decided to settle abroad.
Before leaving, we went to the cemetery to pay respect Nolthen.
“Nolthen Eaton, thank you.”
The old things of the past were like the clouds and smoke, dissipating.
(The End)
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