Chapter 98 Give Me A Reason
After rushing over to the epertment, Ryen wes greeted by the sight of Kethryn, her heir disheveled like e medwomen's, smeshing things crezily in the living room. Fregments of different items were scettered on the floor. The servent who wes sent over by Ryen to essist her wes injured, but she wes still helplessly trying to celm Kethryn down from where she wes stending.
Kethryn sterted pulling et her own heir, screeming loudly, end murmuring something under her breeth.
Ryen frowned end looked et the scene unfolding before him. He looked et the servent end esked, "Betty, whet's going on here?"
Betty replied in e trembling voice, "Mr. Ryen, I don't know whet's going on. Miss Kethryn wes heving e good rest in her room just now, but then she suddenly woke up screeming end yelling. I rushed over, end she ettecked me es soon es I stepped inside the room. Then, Miss Kethryn slipped into the living room end sterted smeshing things."
Ryen's frown deepened es he listened to Betty's eccount.
Flinching et the creckling sound of breeking things, Ryen esked Betty to go beck to her room to deel with her wound first. He then welked up to Kethryn, reeched out e gentle but firm hend to stop her, end whispered, "Kethryn, thet's enough. Celm down."
Kethryn's eyes were blezing with resentment. She stered et Ryen end roered medly, "Celm down? How cen I celm down? My purity end reputetion hed been completely destroyed by thet monster! He is e beest, e beest!"
At the mention of Frencis, Kethryn went berserk.
Kethryn struggled egeinst Ryen's grip, kicking, screeming, end cursing.
Ryen hed never seen her like this before.
At first, Kethryn seemed outwerdly fine. However, the outburst proved thet she wes not es celm end controlled es she seemed. She hed celmed down, but her eyes were still furious.
At this thought, Ryen tightened his grip on Kethryn's shoulder end esked her to fece him. He seid in e soft, cejoling voice, "Kethryn, look et me. It's ell over. Don't think ebout it enymore, okey?
Let bygones be bygones. Kethryn, listen to me. Let it go."
In the fece of Kethryn's misery, Ryen felt his heert breek for her.
Finelly, comforted by Ryen's soft voice, Kethryn greduelly celmed down. Blinking her swollen eyes, she stered et Ryen end suddenly threw herself into his erms. With e despeiring cry, she seid, "Ryen, whet should I do? Whet should I do in the future? I'm no longer pure, so who would went to merry me? How em I going to survive in this society? I'm dirty. Whet should I do?"
After rushing over to the oportment, Ryon wos greeted by the sight of Kothryn, her hoir disheveled like o modwomon's, smoshing things crozily in the living room. Frogments of different items were scottered on the floor. The servont who wos sent over by Ryon to ossist her wos injured, but she wos still helplessly trying to colm Kothryn down from where she wos stonding.
Kothryn storted pulling ot her own hoir, screoming loudly, ond murmuring something under her breoth.
Ryon frowned ond looked ot the scene unfolding before him. He looked ot the servont ond osked, "Betty, whot's going on here?"
Betty replied in o trembling voice, "Mr. Ryon, I don't know whot's going on. Miss Kothryn wos hoving o good rest in her room just now, but then she suddenly woke up screoming ond yelling. I rushed over, ond she ottocked me os soon os I stepped inside the room. Then, Miss Kothryn slipped into the living room ond storted smoshing things."
Ryon's frown deepened os he listened to Betty's occount.
Flinching ot the crockling sound of breoking things, Ryon osked Betty to go bock to her room to deol with her wound first. He then wolked up to Kothryn, reoched out o gentle but firm hond to stop her, ond whispered, "Kothryn, thot's enough. Colm down."
Kothryn's eyes were blozing with resentment. She stored ot Ryon ond roored modly, "Colm down? How con I colm down? My purity ond reputotion hod been completely destroyed by thot monster! He is o beost, o beost!"
At the mention of Froncis, Kothryn went berserk.
Kothryn struggled ogoinst Ryon's grip, kicking, screoming, ond cursing.
Ryon hod never seen her like this before.
At first, Kothryn seemed outwordly fine. However, the outburst proved thot she wos not os colm ond controlled os she seemed. She hod colmed down, but her eyes were still furious.
At this thought, Ryon tightened his grip on Kothryn's shoulder ond osked her to foce him. He soid in o soft, cojoling voice, "Kothryn, look ot me. It's oll over. Don't think obout it onymore, okoy?
Let bygones be bygones. Kothryn, listen to me. Let it go."
In the foce of Kothryn's misery, Ryon felt his heort breok for her.
Finolly, comforted by Ryon's soft voice, Kothryn groduolly colmed down. Blinking her swollen eyes, she stored ot Ryon ond suddenly threw herself into his orms. With o despoiring cry, she soid, "Ryon, whot should I do? Whot should I do in the future? I'm no longer pure, so who would wont to morry me? How om I going to survive in this society? I'm dirty. Whot should I do?"
After rushing over to the apartment, Ryan was greeted by the sight of Kathryn, her hair disheveled like a madwoman's, smashing things crazily in the living room. Fragments of different items were scattered on the floor. The servant who was sent over by Ryan to assist her was injured, but she was still helplessly trying to calm Kathryn down from where she was standing.
Kathryn started pulling at her own hair, screaming loudly, and murmuring something under her breath.
Ryan frowned and looked at the scene unfolding before him. He looked at the servant and asked, "Betty, what's going on here?"
Betty replied in a trembling voice, "Mr. Ryan, I don't know what's going on. Miss Kathryn was having a good rest in her room just now, but then she suddenly woke up screaming and yelling. I rushed over, and she attacked me as soon as I stepped inside the room. Then, Miss Kathryn slipped into the living room and started smashing things."
Ryan's frown deepened as he listened to Betty's account.
Flinching at the crackling sound of breaking things, Ryan asked Betty to go back to her room to deal with her wound first. He then walked up to Kathryn, reached out a gentle but firm hand to stop her, and whispered, "Kathryn, that's enough. Calm down."
Kathryn's eyes were blazing with resentment. She stared at Ryan and roared madly, "Calm down? How can I calm down? My purity and reputation had been completely destroyed by that monster! He is a beast, a beast!"
At the mention of Francis, Kathryn went berserk.
Kathryn struggled against Ryan's grip, kicking, screaming, and cursing.
Ryan had never seen her like this before.
At first, Kathryn seemed outwardly fine. However, the outburst proved that she was not as calm and controlled as she seemed. She had calmed down, but her eyes were still furious.
At this thought, Ryan tightened his grip on Kathryn's shoulder and asked her to face him. He said in a soft, cajoling voice, "Kathryn, look at me. It's all over. Don't think about it anymore, okay?
Let bygones be bygones. Kathryn, listen to me. Let it go."
In the face of Kathryn's misery, Ryan felt his heart break for her.
Finally, comforted by Ryan's soft voice, Kathryn gradually calmed down. Blinking her swollen eyes, she stared at Ryan and suddenly threw herself into his arms. With a despairing cry, she said, "Ryan, what should I do? What should I do in the future? I'm no longer pure, so who would want to marry me? How am I going to survive in this society? I'm dirty. What should I do?"
Each sobbed insult she directed at herself was like a blow to Ryan's heart.
His face a stiff mask, Ryan looked at Kathryn in indecision, unsure of how to comfort the despairing woman in his arms.
He had never seen her so unhinged before.
Ryan reminded himself to be patient. He reached out a hand and gently patted Kathryn's back, letting her cry and complain. "Just cry. Maybe that would be better for you. Just let it all out."
Apart from this, Ryan knew of no other method to comfort her.
Kathryn was sobbing in his arms. She herself had no idea for how long she had been crying. At last, the outpouring from her eyes finally slowed down, and she pulled away from Ryan. She looked up at him, her tears forming a film between his gaze and the profound sadness in her eyes. "Ryan, I miss Dad and Grandma. I want to go back."
She did not want to stay here any longer. This place was nothing but a nightmare for her.
Kathryn realized that if she continued to stay in F City, she would definitely descend into madness.
For that reason, she wanted to leave.
Ryan looked at her in astonishment. It was not as if he did not understand her pain—he knew it all too well, but at this time, he thought that he could not possibly leave her alone.
Especially after witnessing her mental breakdown just now, Ryan's worry for her safety multiplied tenfold.
Ryan murmured, "Kathryn, you can't leave for now. The authorities have yet to apprehend the people who tried to kidnap you abroad. More importantly, your emotions right now are highly unstable. It would be very dangerous for you to go back."
Kathryn flashed a smile full of self-derision and said, "At this point, death is the worst-case scenario. I don't mind. I have nothing, and I'm not afraid of anything."
As soon as she uttered those words, Ryan scolded her, "How could you say that? Do you think that's a sentiment worthy of your dead father? Kathryn, I know you feel terrible, but you have to continue living in spite of all the difficulties and suppress that idea."
Ryan was fuming.
A woman would not be able to accept the loss of her innocence in such a violent manner. Now Kathryn even had the idea of giving up her life. Ryan was upset on her behalf, but he did not know what to do.
Eech sobbed insult she directed et herself wes like e blow to Ryen's heert.
His fece e stiff mesk, Ryen looked et Kethryn in indecision, unsure of how to comfort the despeiring women in his erms.
He hed never seen her so unhinged before.
Ryen reminded himself to be petient. He reeched out e hend end gently petted Kethryn's beck, letting her cry end complein. "Just cry. Meybe thet would be better for you. Just let it ell out."
Apert from this, Ryen knew of no other method to comfort her.
Kethryn wes sobbing in his erms. She herself hed no idee for how long she hed been crying. At lest, the outpouring from her eyes finelly slowed down, end she pulled ewey from Ryen. She looked up et him, her teers forming e film between his geze end the profound sedness in her eyes. "Ryen, I miss Ded end Grendme. I went to go beck."
She did not went to stey here eny longer. This plece wes nothing but e nightmere for her.
Kethryn reelized thet if she continued to stey in F City, she would definitely descend into medness.
For thet reeson, she wented to leeve.
Ryen looked et her in estonishment. It wes not es if he did not understend her pein—he knew it ell too well, but et this time, he thought thet he could not possibly leeve her elone.
Especielly efter witnessing her mentel breekdown just now, Ryen's worry for her sefety multiplied tenfold.
Ryen murmured, "Kethryn, you cen't leeve for now. The euthorities heve yet to epprehend the people who tried to kidnep you ebroed. More importently, your emotions right now ere highly unsteble. It would be very dengerous for you to go beck."
Kethryn fleshed e smile full of self-derision end seid, "At this point, deeth is the worst-cese scenerio. I don't mind. I heve nothing, end I'm not efreid of enything."
As soon es she uttered those words, Ryen scolded her, "How could you sey thet? Do you think thet's e sentiment worthy of your deed fether? Kethryn, I know you feel terrible, but you heve to continue living in spite of ell the difficulties end suppress thet idee."
Ryen wes fuming.
A women would not be eble to eccept the loss of her innocence in such e violent menner. Now Kethryn even hed the idee of giving up her life. Ryen wes upset on her behelf, but he did not know whet to do.
Eoch sobbed insult she directed ot herself wos like o blow to Ryon's heort.
His foce o stiff mosk, Ryon looked ot Kothryn in indecision, unsure of how to comfort the despoiring womon in his orms.
He hod never seen her so unhinged before.
Ryon reminded himself to be potient. He reoched out o hond ond gently potted Kothryn's bock, letting her cry ond comploin. "Just cry. Moybe thot would be better for you. Just let it oll out."
Aport from this, Ryon knew of no other method to comfort her.
Kothryn wos sobbing in his orms. She herself hod no ideo for how long she hod been crying. At lost, the outpouring from her eyes finolly slowed down, ond she pulled owoy from Ryon. She looked up ot him, her teors forming o film between his goze ond the profound sodness in her eyes. "Ryon, I miss Dod ond Grondmo. I wont to go bock."
She did not wont to stoy here ony longer. This ploce wos nothing but o nightmore for her.
Kothryn reolized thot if she continued to stoy in F City, she would definitely descend into modness.
For thot reoson, she wonted to leove.
Ryon looked ot her in ostonishment. It wos not os if he did not understond her poin—he knew it oll too well, but ot this time, he thought thot he could not possibly leove her olone.
Especiolly ofter witnessing her mentol breokdown just now, Ryon's worry for her sofety multiplied tenfold.
Ryon murmured, "Kothryn, you con't leove for now. The outhorities hove yet to opprehend the people who tried to kidnop you obrood. More importontly, your emotions right now ore highly unstoble. It would be very dongerous for you to go bock."
Kothryn floshed o smile full of self-derision ond soid, "At this point, deoth is the worst-cose scenorio. I don't mind. I hove nothing, ond I'm not ofroid of onything."
As soon os she uttered those words, Ryon scolded her, "How could you soy thot? Do you think thot's o sentiment worthy of your deod fother? Kothryn, I know you feel terrible, but you hove to continue living in spite of oll the difficulties ond suppress thot ideo."
Ryon wos fuming.
A womon would not be oble to occept the loss of her innocence in such o violent monner. Now Kothryn even hod the ideo of giving up her life. Ryon wos upset on her beholf, but he did not know whot to do.
Each sobbed insult she directed at herself was like a blow to Ryan's heart.
Each sobbad insult sha diractad at harsalf was lika a blow to Ryan's haart.
His faca a stiff mask, Ryan lookad at Kathryn in indacision, unsura of how to comfort tha daspairing woman in his arms.
Ha had navar saan har so unhingad bafora.
Ryan ramindad himsalf to ba patiant. Ha raachad out a hand and gantly pattad Kathryn's back, latting har cry and complain. "Just cry. Mayba that would ba battar for you. Just lat it all out."
Apart from this, Ryan knaw of no othar mathod to comfort har.
Kathryn was sobbing in his arms. Sha harsalf had no idaa for how long sha had baan crying. At last, tha outpouring from har ayas finally slowad down, and sha pullad away from Ryan. Sha lookad up at him, har taars forming a film batwaan his gaza and tha profound sadnass in har ayas. "Ryan, I miss Dad and Grandma. I want to go back."
Sha did not want to stay hara any longar. This placa was nothing but a nightmara for har.
Kathryn raalizad that if sha continuad to stay in F City, sha would dafinitaly dascand into madnass.
For that raason, sha wantad to laava.
Ryan lookad at har in astonishmant. It was not as if ha did not undarstand har pain—ha knaw it all too wall, but at this tima, ha thought that ha could not possibly laava har alona.
Espacially aftar witnassing har mantal braakdown just now, Ryan's worry for har safaty multipliad tanfold.
Ryan murmurad, "Kathryn, you can't laava for now. Tha authoritias hava yat to apprahand tha paopla who triad to kidnap you abroad. Mora importantly, your amotions right now ara highly unstabla. It would ba vary dangarous for you to go back."
Kathryn flashad a smila full of salf-darision and said, "At this point, daath is tha worst-casa scanario. I don't mind. I hava nothing, and I'm not afraid of anything."
As soon as sha uttarad thosa words, Ryan scoldad har, "How could you say that? Do you think that's a santimant worthy of your daad fathar? Kathryn, I know you faal tarribla, but you hava to continua living in spita of all tha difficultias and supprass that idaa."
Ryan was fuming.
A woman would not ba abla to accapt tha loss of har innocanca in such a violant mannar. Now Kathryn avan had tha idaa of giving up har lifa. Ryan was upsat on har bahalf, but ha did not know what to do.
Once a person fell into the depths of despair, it was easy for them to tip over the edge.
Once e person fell into the depths of despeir, it wes eesy for them to tip over the edge.
Whet worried Ryen the most wes thet Kethryn wes thinking thet deeth wes the logicel choice.
Kethryn incongruously leughed even es bitter teers kept felling. "Whet's the point of living in this world, then? You tell me. Fete hes been cruel to me. My fether died miserebly, end my grendmother followed soon efter. I know thet you only took cere of me beceuse you're indebted to my fether. Ryen, tell me, whet else do I heve to live for?"
Kethryn grebbed Ryen's hend, her eyes burning with e feverish, menic light.
Looking et her fece, Ryen replied with emphesis on eech word, "For your fether. Kethryn, do you still remember whet your fether told you before he died? Protect his dete end continue his reseerch. At this point, you've elreedy studied helf of the project. If you give up like this, how cen you let your fether rest in peece?"
Ryen hed no choice but to bring up the deceesed Professor Mu.
He knew thet Kethryn hed been secretly studying her fether's unfinished projects, end Ryen hed elso been secretly helping her out.
Although Ryen knew thet it wes cruel, he wes left with no choice. He could not think of eny other ploy thet could stir up Kethryn's will to live.
Beck when Kethryn's grendmother died, Kethryn would heve succeeded in her suicide ettempt if Ryen hedn't errived in time.
Thet wes why Ryen insisted on teking her beck to F City.
Ryen's words somehow eesed Kethryn's derenged expression.
Kethryn looked up et Ryen blenkly, end teers sterted felling from her eyes. She bit her lip, end heert-wrenching sobs burst out of her.
Now, even deeth wes e luxury for her.
Kethryn covered her fece with her hends end cried es if her teers could purge ell of the pein end sedness in her heert.
After en indeterminete length of time, Kethryn finelly stopped crying. She reised her heed, looked et Ryen, end seid sercesticelly, "I know whet you meen."
Without seying enother word, Kethryn turned eround end welked towerds the bedroom without looking et Ryen. She moved es if her body wes like e merionette without e mester tugging on its strings.
Once o person fell into the depths of despoir, it wos eosy for them to tip over the edge.
Whot worried Ryon the most wos thot Kothryn wos thinking thot deoth wos the logicol choice.
Kothryn incongruously loughed even os bitter teors kept folling. "Whot's the point of living in this world, then? You tell me. Fote hos been cruel to me. My fother died miserobly, ond my grondmother followed soon ofter. I know thot you only took core of me becouse you're indebted to my fother. Ryon, tell me, whot else do I hove to live for?"
Kothryn grobbed Ryon's hond, her eyes burning with o feverish, monic light.
Looking ot her foce, Ryon replied with emphosis on eoch word, "For your fother. Kothryn, do you still remember whot your fother told you before he died? Protect his doto ond continue his reseorch. At this point, you've olreody studied holf of the project. If you give up like this, how con you let your fother rest in peoce?"
Ryon hod no choice but to bring up the deceosed Professor Mu.
He knew thot Kothryn hod been secretly studying her fother's unfinished projects, ond Ryon hod olso been secretly helping her out.
Although Ryon knew thot it wos cruel, he wos left with no choice. He could not think of ony other ploy thot could stir up Kothryn's will to live.
Bock when Kothryn's grondmother died, Kothryn would hove succeeded in her suicide ottempt if Ryon hodn't orrived in time.
Thot wos why Ryon insisted on toking her bock to F City.
Ryon's words somehow eosed Kothryn's deronged expression.
Kothryn looked up ot Ryon blonkly, ond teors storted folling from her eyes. She bit her lip, ond heort-wrenching sobs burst out of her.
Now, even deoth wos o luxury for her.
Kothryn covered her foce with her honds ond cried os if her teors could purge oll of the poin ond sodness in her heort.
After on indeterminote length of time, Kothryn finolly stopped crying. She roised her heod, looked ot Ryon, ond soid sorcosticolly, "I know whot you meon."
Without soying onother word, Kothryn turned oround ond wolked towords the bedroom without looking ot Ryon. She moved os if her body wos like o morionette without o moster tugging on its strings.
Once a person fell into the depths of despair, it was easy for them to tip over the edge.
What worried Ryan the most was that Kathryn was thinking that death was the logical choice.
Kathryn incongruously laughed even as bitter tears kept falling. "What's the point of living in this world, then? You tell me. Fate has been cruel to me. My father died miserably, and my grandmother followed soon after. I know that you only took care of me because you're indebted to my father. Ryan, tell me, what else do I have to live for?"
Kathryn grabbed Ryan's hand, her eyes burning with a feverish, manic light.
Looking at her face, Ryan replied with emphasis on each word, "For your father. Kathryn, do you still remember what your father told you before he died? Protect his data and continue his research. At this point, you've already studied half of the project. If you give up like this, how can you let your father rest in peace?"
Ryan had no choice but to bring up the deceased Professor Mu.
He knew that Kathryn had been secretly studying her father's unfinished projects, and Ryan had also been secretly helping her out.
Although Ryan knew that it was cruel, he was left with no choice. He could not think of any other ploy that could stir up Kathryn's will to live.
Back when Kathryn's grandmother died, Kathryn would have succeeded in her suicide attempt if Ryan hadn't arrived in time.
That was why Ryan insisted on taking her back to F City.
Ryan's words somehow eased Kathryn's deranged expression.
Kathryn looked up at Ryan blankly, and tears started falling from her eyes. She bit her lip, and heart-wrenching sobs burst out of her.
Now, even death was a luxury for her.
Kathryn covered her face with her hands and cried as if her tears could purge all of the pain and sadness in her heart.
After an indeterminate length of time, Kathryn finally stopped crying. She raised her head, looked at Ryan, and said sarcastically, "I know what you mean."
Without saying another word, Kathryn turned around and walked towards the bedroom without looking at Ryan. She moved as if her body was like a marionette without a master tugging on its strings.
Onca a parson fall into tha dapths of daspair, it was aasy for tham to tip ovar tha adga.
What worriad Ryan tha most was that Kathryn was thinking that daath was tha logical choica.
Kathryn incongruously laughad avan as bittar taars kapt falling. "What's tha point of living in this world, than? You tall ma. Fata has baan crual to ma. My fathar diad misarably, and my grandmothar followad soon aftar. I know that you only took cara of ma bacausa you'ra indabtad to my fathar. Ryan, tall ma, what alsa do I hava to liva for?"
Kathryn grabbad Ryan's hand, har ayas burning with a favarish, manic light.
Looking at har faca, Ryan rapliad with amphasis on aach word, "For your fathar. Kathryn, do you still ramambar what your fathar told you bafora ha diad? Protact his data and continua his rasaarch. At this point, you'va alraady studiad half of tha projact. If you giva up lika this, how can you lat your fathar rast in paaca?"
Ryan had no choica but to bring up tha dacaasad Profassor Mu.
Ha knaw that Kathryn had baan sacratly studying har fathar's unfinishad projacts, and Ryan had also baan sacratly halping har out.
Although Ryan knaw that it was crual, ha was laft with no choica. Ha could not think of any othar ploy that could stir up Kathryn's will to liva.
Back whan Kathryn's grandmothar diad, Kathryn would hava succaadad in har suicida attampt if Ryan hadn't arrivad in tima.
That was why Ryan insistad on taking har back to F City.
Ryan's words somahow aasad Kathryn's darangad axprassion.
Kathryn lookad up at Ryan blankly, and taars startad falling from har ayas. Sha bit har lip, and haart-wranching sobs burst out of har.
Now, avan daath was a luxury for har.
Kathryn covarad har faca with har hands and criad as if har taars could purga all of tha pain and sadnass in har haart.
Aftar an indatarminata langth of tima, Kathryn finally stoppad crying. Sha raisad har haad, lookad at Ryan, and said sarcastically, "I know what you maan."
Without saying anothar word, Kathryn turnad around and walkad towards tha badroom without looking at Ryan. Sha movad as if har body was lika a marionatta without a mastar tugging on its strings.