Chapter 868
Thomas was silent for a few seconds before he finally spoke.
“No. Actually… I’m rather happy.”
But despite his words, Sharon saw not the slightest trace of joy on his face.
She knew this was his private matter, something she had no right to probe. Yet, considering how many times he had saved her, it felt wrong to turn a blind eye.
So she asked softly, “Thomas, did you… remember something?”
It was the only explanation for his strange behavior-he must have recalled something from the past.
His hand, steady on the steering wheel, faltered ever so slightly. “Something like that.”
“Would you mind telling me?” she continued gently. “Maybe I could give you some advice. Of course, if it’s inconvenient, it’s fine too.”
The car fell into silence. Even the air seemed to still.
Sharon assumed he didn’t want to talk and didn’t press further. She turned her face toward the blur of scenery rushing past the window, her thoughts drifting to the upcoming international competition.
Then, his voice broke the quiet. “I found the person I’ve been searching for all this time.”
Sharon’s head turned sharply. His handsome face, caught between the flickering shadows of passing streetlights, looked alternately sharp and indistinct.
In her mind, the image of Johanna surfaced unbidden.
Suppressing her curiosity, she said, “That sounds like good news. So why do you seem… unhappy?”
The night carried with it a heaviness, cloaking his words in a depth of solitude that had nothing of his usual warmth. “In truth, that so-called savior of mine… was never anyone but myself. I just projected my emotions onto her,
“There was a time when my life felt suffocating. Darkness pressed in from all sides, my mind on the verge of collapse. I could feel it-either I was going insane, or I was about to die.
“I even thought of destroying everything.”
Hearing his confession, Sharon didn’t recoil in fear. She understood.
She, too, had once walked through shadows. Her despair hadn’t been as extreme, but she
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remembered the same edge of madness, the same sense of unraveling.
As for Thomas… she had never endured what he had. She had no right to call him cruel. If she had suffered the same wounds he carried, perhaps she would have broken even faster than he did,
Her voice, soft and steady like an elder sister’s, slipped into the quiet. “And afterward?”
Thomas’s eyes stayed fixed on the road. “Afterward, I met someone playing the violin in a back garden.”
At the time, he had been drenched in bloodlust, driven to the brink of losing control. He had already accepted that his fate would mirror that of every Ferrero family head before him- either insanity or death at the hands of his own kin.
Sharon froze for a heartbeat.
No wonder he loved hearing her play.
“Her music… unexpectedly steadied me. I hadn’t slept properly in a long time. But listening to her, I actually fell asleep.
“When I woke and went to look for her, she was gone. Later, I became buried in other matters. By the time I finally had a chance to search for her again, too much time had passed. Finding her had become far more difficult.”
Hearing this, Sharon realized he truly might have regained fragments of his memory.
“So… you never found her?” she asked carefully.
But Thomas shook his head. “No. I did find her, quite quickly, in fact. It’s just that…”
His tone shifted, sharp as a blade. “The one I found turned out to be a fraud.”
Sharon blinked, startled. “A fraud? You mean… she deceived you?”
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