Chapter 521
“Don’t… leave…”
“Why? Why won’t you even look at me…?”
“Please don’t leave me all alone…”
Through a haze, Jonathan saw a small child, no more than three or four years old.
A little boy.
But he couldn’t make out the boy’s face.
The boy lived in a huge house.
But inside, he was the only one there.
The empty house felt more like a haunted mansion.
How long had it been since he’d seen his father?
He didn’t know.
How long since he’d seen his mother?
He didn’t know that, either.
The only people he ever saw were the housekeepers his parents had hired.
He never went hungry–the staff made sure he was fed.
But on stormy nights, when thunder boomed and rain lashed the windows, there were no arms for him to run to, no warm embrace from his mother or father.
In those moments, he’d reach out his small, trembling hands to the housekeeper, desperate for help.
He wished she would scoop him up, hold him close, kiss his forehead, tell him everything would be alright.
“You’ll be just fine if you stay inside, young master,” the housekeeper said gently, taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom. She sat him on the bed, checked the windows, and then shut the door tight behind her.
The house was soundproofed, but the roar of thunder still crashed in the boy’s ears. He crawled under the covers, his tiny body shaking uncontrollably.
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Today was his birthday.
Usually, the housekeeper made three simple dishes for dinner. Today, she made
five.
But there was no cake.
No candles.
Even though the family could afford it, no one bothered to get him one.
So there were no wishes to make.
The boy already knew that wishes never came true, anyway.
“You eat up now, young master,” the housekeeper said.
The vast dining table was set with plates of food, but the little boy sat alone, quietly
eating.
Tears slipped down his cheeks as he chewed in silence.
Every dish tasted just a bit bitter.
“Auntie, where’s my dad?”
“Your father’s very busy with work, young master. You need to be good, alright?”
“Mom, I miss you…”
“Don’t call me that. Now get out of my way.”
“Dad, I want Mommy…”
“You want your mother? She’s nothing but a whore!”
In the darkness, the boy sobbed until his whole body shook.
When he finally lowered his hands from his red, swollen eyes, Jonathan saw the little boy’s face at last.
Suddenly, his own eyes snapped open, wild with terror, only to find himself staring back at a familiar face.
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For a moment, he almost thought he was still trapped in that nightmare.
Narnih had never seen Jonathan look like this before.
What kind of dream could have left him so shaken?
Their eyes met and lingered on each other for a long moment, until she saw the panic in his gaze slowly fade away
Jonathan didn’t bother to ask why Niamh was there
It didn’t matter how or why she had come the only thing that mattered was that she was by his side
His memory was patchy, fragments torn and blurred.
The last thing he remembered was the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center, rain
hammering down outside
Did he pass out?
He couldn’t recall
All he knew was that his mouth was bone dry his limbs felt as heavy as lead, and The was burning up with fewer
He didn’t need to touch his forehead to know it–be could feel the heat in every
aching inch of his body
A drip was taped to his night hand, and several IV bags hung nearby
“Thank you for coming to look after me.” Jonathan croaked, his voice hoarse.
Niamh looked at his pale, exhausted face, her own expression calm and
unreadable
Nip need to thank me if you’re grateful to anyone, thank Prescott”
As she spoke, she shook down the thermometer and handed it to him.
Maybe it was the fewer, or maybe it was just the way illness strips you bare, but when Jonathan looked into her eyes, he was overwhelmed by gratitude as if he
Owed her everything
All she’d done was hand has a thermometer
Truth was, Namh had been planning to head to The Thomas Group when Prescott called he told her Jonathan had been caught in the rain all night, his fever refusing
To Creak
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