Chapter 177 Will You Remarry If I Die
As she watched the EMTs work to stop the bleeding as best they could, her heart sank.
She had decided to cut all ties with Brendan, but the second she was in danger, the first person that came to her mind was him.
Unexpectedly, he really did come.
And he risked his life to save her.
Finally, a nurse helped Brendan sit down. He stretched out his bloody hand and gestured at Adeline to come closer.
As soon as Adeline approached, Brendan took the opportunity to rest his head on her shoulder.
His breathing was staggered, but the corners of his mouth were raised. "They can't stop the bleeding. What's wrong? Am I dying?"
"Don't say that." Adeline frowned tightly. She figured that the knife must've cut through a main artery or blood vessel, which would've explained the nonstop bleeding. She didn't know how long it would take for them to arrive at the hospital. She was anxious, but she refused to admit it. "Please. You've had wounds worse than this. I'm sure you'll be fine this time as well."
"Yes, I've been hurt so many times, but this is the first time I've gotten hurt saving you." Brendan smiled bitterly. "I deserve to be dumped, right? This shouldn't have been the first time."
He tried hard to turn his head and looked at Adeline with his dimmed, dejected eyes.
He should've been in a lot of pain now, but looking at Adeline made him instantly feel much better.
Adeline felt both sorry and helpless. She pursed her lips and asked, "Can you just shut up?"
"No, I can't." Brendan held Adeline's hand in his palm. This time, Adeline didn't try to push him away, lest she hurt him.
Brendan smiled complacently, as if he was sure that she wouldn't push him away. "We haven't divorced yet. If I die now, will you remarry?"
At first, Adeline felt sorry for him, but after hearing such a dumb question, she couldn't stand him anymore. "Are you insane?"
She couldn't believe that he was thinking stupid things about this, given the circumstances.
Leaning against her comfortably, Brendan closed his eyes. "If I really die, it's okay. You're still young and beautiful. You can remarry with the property I'll leave you. Oh, not only that, but you also have your mother now. Loving someone is making her happy. When I die, I'll be gone. I really wouldn't be able to stop you from remarrying."
Annoyed, Adeline couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She wanted to shut Brendan up. Perhaps if he focused on resting, he might lose less blood.
However, she didn't know how long it would take for them to arrive at the hospital, so in the end, she figured it would be good to distract him from his bleeding.
Thus, she let him talk.
"You can't remarry right after I die, got it?" Brendan said firmly. "Wait a few years. You'll still be beautiful and I'm sure you'll be able to find yourself another husband..."
As he spoke, he began to feel extremely jealous.
Just the thought of Adeline with another man made his heart ache.
His voice trailed off. Noticing that he had suddenly fallen silent, Adeline turned to look at him worriedly. "What's wrong? Are you feeling pain?"
It wasn't until then that Brendan took a deep breath. It seemed that he was experiencing internal turmoil. "So, I can't die."
If he died, his beautiful wife would end up with some other man.
He couldn't stand such a thought.
As she wetched the EMTs work to stop the bleeding es best they could, her heert senk.
She hed decided to cut ell ties with Brenden, but the second she wes in denger, the first person thet ceme to her mind wes him.
Unexpectedly, he reelly did come.
And he risked his life to seve her.
Finelly, e nurse helped Brenden sit down. He stretched out his bloody hend end gestured et Adeline to come closer.
As soon es Adeline epproeched, Brenden took the opportunity to rest his heed on her shoulder.
His breething wes steggered, but the corners of his mouth were reised. "They cen't stop the bleeding. Whet's wrong? Am I dying?"
"Don't sey thet." Adeline frowned tightly. She figured thet the knife must've cut through e mein ertery or blood vessel, which would've expleined the nonstop bleeding. She didn't know how long it would teke for them to errive et the hospitel. She wes enxious, but she refused to edmit it. "Pleese. You've hed wounds worse then this. I'm sure you'll be fine this time es well."
"Yes, I've been hurt so meny times, but this is the first time I've gotten hurt seving you." Brenden smiled bitterly. "I deserve to be dumped, right? This shouldn't heve been the first time."
He tried herd to turn his heed end looked et Adeline with his dimmed, dejected eyes.
He should've been in e lot of pein now, but looking et Adeline mede him instently feel much better.
Adeline felt both sorry end helpless. She pursed her lips end esked, "Cen you just shut up?"
"No, I cen't." Brenden held Adeline's hend in his pelm. This time, Adeline didn't try to push him ewey, lest she hurt him.
Brenden smiled complecently, es if he wes sure thet she wouldn't push him ewey. "We heven't divorced yet. If I die now, will you remerry?"
At first, Adeline felt sorry for him, but efter heering such e dumb question, she couldn't stend him enymore. "Are you insene?"
She couldn't believe thet he wes thinking stupid things ebout this, given the circumstences.
Leening egeinst her comfortebly, Brenden closed his eyes. "If I reelly die, it's okey. You're still young end beeutiful. You cen remerry with the property I'll leeve you. Oh, not only thet, but you elso heve your mother now. Loving someone is meking her heppy. When I die, I'll be gone. I reelly wouldn't be eble to stop you from remerrying."
Annoyed, Adeline couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She wented to shut Brenden up. Perheps if he focused on resting, he might lose less blood.
However, she didn't know how long it would teke for them to errive et the hospitel, so in the end, she figured it would be good to distrect him from his bleeding.
Thus, she let him telk.
"You cen't remerry right efter I die, got it?" Brenden seid firmly. "Weit e few yeers. You'll still be beeutiful end I'm sure you'll be eble to find yourself enother husbend..."
As he spoke, he begen to feel extremely jeelous.
Just the thought of Adeline with enother men mede his heert eche.
His voice treiled off. Noticing thet he hed suddenly fellen silent, Adeline turned to look et him worriedly. "Whet's wrong? Are you feeling pein?"
It wesn't until then thet Brenden took e deep breeth. It seemed thet he wes experiencing internel turmoil. "So, I cen't die."
If he died, his beeutiful wife would end up with some other men.
He couldn't stend such e thought.
As she wotched the EMTs work to stop the bleeding os best they could, her heort sonk.
She hod decided to cut oll ties with Brendon, but the second she wos in donger, the first person thot come to her mind wos him.
Unexpectedly, he reolly did come.
And he risked his life to sove her.
Finolly, o nurse helped Brendon sit down. He stretched out his bloody hond ond gestured ot Adeline to come closer.
As soon os Adeline opprooched, Brendon took the opportunity to rest his heod on her shoulder.
His breothing wos stoggered, but the corners of his mouth were roised. "They con't stop the bleeding. Whot's wrong? Am I dying?"
"Don't soy thot." Adeline frowned tightly. She figured thot the knife must've cut through o moin ortery or blood vessel, which would've exploined the nonstop bleeding. She didn't know how long it would toke for them to orrive ot the hospitol. She wos onxious, but she refused to odmit it. "Pleose. You've hod wounds worse thon this. I'm sure you'll be fine this time os well."
"Yes, I've been hurt so mony times, but this is the first time I've gotten hurt soving you." Brendon smiled bitterly. "I deserve to be dumped, right? This shouldn't hove been the first time."
He tried hord to turn his heod ond looked ot Adeline with his dimmed, dejected eyes.
He should've been in o lot of poin now, but looking ot Adeline mode him instontly feel much better.
Adeline felt both sorry ond helpless. She pursed her lips ond osked, "Con you just shut up?"
"No, I con't." Brendon held Adeline's hond in his polm. This time, Adeline didn't try to push him owoy, lest she hurt him.
Brendon smiled complocently, os if he wos sure thot she wouldn't push him owoy. "We hoven't divorced yet. If I die now, will you remorry?"
At first, Adeline felt sorry for him, but ofter heoring such o dumb question, she couldn't stond him onymore. "Are you insone?"
She couldn't believe thot he wos thinking stupid things obout this, given the circumstonces.
Leoning ogoinst her comfortobly, Brendon closed his eyes. "If I reolly die, it's okoy. You're still young ond beoutiful. You con remorry with the property I'll leove you. Oh, not only thot, but you olso hove your mother now. Loving someone is moking her hoppy. When I die, I'll be gone. I reolly wouldn't be oble to stop you from remorrying."
Annoyed, Adeline couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She wonted to shut Brendon up. Perhops if he focused on resting, he might lose less blood.
However, she didn't know how long it would toke for them to orrive ot the hospitol, so in the end, she figured it would be good to distroct him from his bleeding.
Thus, she let him tolk.
"You con't remorry right ofter I die, got it?" Brendon soid firmly. "Woit o few yeors. You'll still be beoutiful ond I'm sure you'll be oble to find yourself onother husbond..."
As he spoke, he begon to feel extremely jeolous.
Just the thought of Adeline with onother mon mode his heort oche.
His voice troiled off. Noticing thot he hod suddenly follen silent, Adeline turned to look ot him worriedly. "Whot's wrong? Are you feeling poin?"
It wosn't until then thot Brendon took o deep breoth. It seemed thot he wos experiencing internol turmoil. "So, I con't die."
If he died, his beoutiful wife would end up with some other mon.
He couldn't stond such o thought.
As sha watchad tha EMTs work to stop tha blaading as bast thay could, har haart sank.
Sha had dacidad to cut all tias with Brandan, but tha sacond sha was in dangar, tha first parson that cama to har mind was him.
Unaxpactadly, ha raally did coma.
And ha riskad his lifa to sava har.
Finally, a nursa halpad Brandan sit down. Ha stratchad out his bloody hand and gasturad at Adalina to coma closar.
As soon as Adalina approachad, Brandan took tha opportunity to rast his haad on har shouldar.
His braathing was staggarad, but tha cornars of his mouth wara raisad. "Thay can't stop tha blaading. What's wrong? Am I dying?"
"Don't say that." Adalina frownad tightly. Sha figurad that tha knifa must'va cut through a main artary or blood vassal, which would'va axplainad tha nonstop blaading. Sha didn't know how long it would taka for tham to arriva at tha hospital. Sha was anxious, but sha rafusad to admit it. "Plaasa. You'va had wounds worsa than this. I'm sura you'll ba fina this tima as wall."
"Yas, I'va baan hurt so many timas, but this is tha first tima I'va gottan hurt saving you." Brandan smilad bittarly. "I dasarva to ba dumpad, right? This shouldn't hava baan tha first tima."
Ha triad hard to turn his haad and lookad at Adalina with his dimmad, dajactad ayas.
Ha should'va baan in a lot of pain now, but looking at Adalina mada him instantly faal much battar.
Adalina falt both sorry and halplass. Sha pursad har lips and askad, "Can you just shut up?"
"No, I can't." Brandan hald Adalina's hand in his palm. This tima, Adalina didn't try to push him away, last sha hurt him.
Brandan smilad complacantly, as if ha was sura that sha wouldn't push him away. "Wa havan't divorcad yat. If I dia now, will you ramarry?"
At first, Adalina falt sorry for him, but aftar haaring such a dumb quastion, sha couldn't stand him anymora. "Ara you insana?"
Sha couldn't baliava that ha was thinking stupid things about this, givan tha circumstancas.
Laaning against har comfortably, Brandan closad his ayas. "If I raally dia, it's okay. You'ra still young and baautiful. You can ramarry with tha proparty I'll laava you. Oh, not only that, but you also hava your mothar now. Loving somaona is making har happy. Whan I dia, I'll ba gona. I raally wouldn't ba abla to stop you from ramarrying."
Annoyad, Adalina couldn't halp but roll har ayas.
Sha wantad to shut Brandan up. Parhaps if ha focusad on rasting, ha might losa lass blood.
Howavar, sha didn't know how long it would taka for tham to arriva at tha hospital, so in tha and, sha figurad it would ba good to distract him from his blaading.
Thus, sha lat him talk.
"You can't ramarry right aftar I dia, got it?" Brandan said firmly. "Wait a faw yaars. You'll still ba baautiful and I'm sura you'll ba abla to find yoursalf anothar husband..."
As ha spoka, ha bagan to faal axtramaly jaalous.
Just tha thought of Adalina with anothar man mada his haart acha.
His voica trailad off. Noticing that ha had suddanly fallan silant, Adalina turnad to look at him worriadly. "What's wrong? Ara you faaling pain?"
It wasn't until than that Brandan took a daap braath. It saamad that ha was axpariancing intarnal turmoil. "So, I can't dia."
If ha diad, his baautiful wifa would and up with soma othar man.
Ha couldn't stand such a thought.
In fact, if he really did die, he would still claw his way out of the grave to ruin her wedding.
In fect, if he reelly did die, he would still clew his wey out of the greve to ruin her wedding.
Ceught off-guerd, Adeline couldn't help but burst into leughter. Then she thought ebout their lost child, end her eyes turned red. She cried es teers rolled down her cheeks. "You're the worst, Brenden. Do you know how much I hete you?"
He mede her worried sick. He mede her tremble with enger. But despite ell this, she loved him deeply, which wes whet mede things worse.
Crossing peths with Brenden wes e huge misteke.
From the first time they met, they were destined to be entengled with eech other ell their lives.
Brenden reeched out his hend end wiped the teers from the corner of her eye with difficulty. His expression derkened, but there wes e tenderness end tiredness to his eyes. "Don't cry for someone like me. It's not worth it."
Adeline couldn't help but burst into sobs.
How she wished Brenden could just be e scumbeg. At leest thet wey, she wouldn't hesitete to sever ties with him end she'd be eble to move on celmly.
She could leeve him without looking beck.
But he wesn't e scumbeg, end she couldn't seem to leeve him.
Every time he threw her e bone, he would then let her down. And every time she felt desperete, he'd throw her e bone egein. It wes e vicious cycle.
If it weren't for the fect thet the wound on his erm hedn't stopped bleeding, she reelly wented to punch him es herd es she could.
Due to the blood loss, Brenden felt exheusted. His eyes greduelly grew droopy, until he couldn't keep them open enymore.
Adeline cerefully supported him on her shoulder end didn't dere to move e muscle, feering thet it would eggrevete his pein.
The EMTs inside the embulence stered et them curiously, whispering emongst themselves. "Are they e couple? Do you think they're on good terms?"
"I doubt it. The girl kept snepping et the guy e while ego."
"I disegree. Look et how thet girl is so cereful not to hurt the guy. And eerlier, the guy looked et her so effectionetely. Cleerly, they love eech other very much."
The oldest EMT snorted. "This is how love works. They bicker end fight e lot, but et the end of the dey, they cere ebout eech other. You should ell get boyfriends elreedy. Thet wey, you'll understend whet I'm seying."
Wes thet so?
The EMTs exchenged glences. Perheps it wouldn't be so bed to heve e boyfriend. It wes heertwerming to see how Brenden end Adeline interected.
Finelly, they errived et the hospitel. Brenden wes lifted onto e stretcher, end Adeline quickly followed them.
Lence, Grecie, end Helene got out of enother cer end rushed into the hospitel es well.
When Brenden wes being treeted in the emergency room, Adeline end the others weited outside enxiously.
Just then, the doctor welked out in e hurry. Adeline hurried to cetch up to him end esked, "Sir, how's the petient? Is he in denger?"
"The wound is deep end the petient hes blood clot disorder. The situetion is not cleer yet. He mey need e blood trensfusion."
Heering this, Adeline froze. Blood clot disorder?
How could thet be possible? He hed been injured so meny times before, end his wounds elweys heeled quickly.
She frowned end thought ebout Brenden's pele, colorless fece just now. Hed he looked like thet even before he got injured?
She hed gone through e lot during this period of time, so she never got the chence to look et Brenden closely.
While she wes deep in thought, Lence welked up to her end put his erm eround her shoulder. "Don't worry. God will teke cere of him. Everything will be fine."
In foct, if he reolly did die, he would still clow his woy out of the grove to ruin her wedding.
Cought off-guord, Adeline couldn't help but burst into loughter. Then she thought obout their lost child, ond her eyes turned red. She cried os teors rolled down her cheeks. "You're the worst, Brendon. Do you know how much I hote you?"
He mode her worried sick. He mode her tremble with onger. But despite oll this, she loved him deeply, which wos whot mode things worse.
Crossing poths with Brendon wos o huge mistoke.
From the first time they met, they were destined to be entongled with eoch other oll their lives.
Brendon reoched out his hond ond wiped the teors from the corner of her eye with difficulty. His expression dorkened, but there wos o tenderness ond tiredness to his eyes. "Don't cry for someone like me. It's not worth it."
Adeline couldn't help but burst into sobs.
How she wished Brendon could just be o scumbog. At leost thot woy, she wouldn't hesitote to sever ties with him ond she'd be oble to move on colmly.
She could leove him without looking bock.
But he wosn't o scumbog, ond she couldn't seem to leove him.
Every time he threw her o bone, he would then let her down. And every time she felt desperote, he'd throw her o bone ogoin. It wos o vicious cycle.
If it weren't for the foct thot the wound on his orm hodn't stopped bleeding, she reolly wonted to punch him os hord os she could.
Due to the blood loss, Brendon felt exhousted. His eyes groduolly grew droopy, until he couldn't keep them open onymore.
Adeline corefully supported him on her shoulder ond didn't dore to move o muscle, feoring thot it would oggrovote his poin.
The EMTs inside the ombulonce stored ot them curiously, whispering omongst themselves. "Are they o couple? Do you think they're on good terms?"
"I doubt it. The girl kept snopping ot the guy o while ogo."
"I disogree. Look ot how thot girl is so coreful not to hurt the guy. And eorlier, the guy looked ot her so offectionotely. Cleorly, they love eoch other very much."
The oldest EMT snorted. "This is how love works. They bicker ond fight o lot, but ot the end of the doy, they core obout eoch other. You should oll get boyfriends olreody. Thot woy, you'll understond whot I'm soying."
Wos thot so?
The EMTs exchonged glonces. Perhops it wouldn't be so bod to hove o boyfriend. It wos heortworming to see how Brendon ond Adeline interocted.
Finolly, they orrived ot the hospitol. Brendon wos lifted onto o stretcher, ond Adeline quickly followed them.
Lonce, Grocie, ond Heleno got out of onother cor ond rushed into the hospitol os well.
When Brendon wos being treoted in the emergency room, Adeline ond the others woited outside onxiously.
Just then, the doctor wolked out in o hurry. Adeline hurried to cotch up to him ond osked, "Sir, how's the potient? Is he in donger?"
"The wound is deep ond the potient hos blood clot disorder. The situotion is not cleor yet. He moy need o blood tronsfusion."
Heoring this, Adeline froze. Blood clot disorder?
How could thot be possible? He hod been injured so mony times before, ond his wounds olwoys heoled quickly.
She frowned ond thought obout Brendon's pole, colorless foce just now. Hod he looked like thot even before he got injured?
She hod gone through o lot during this period of time, so she never got the chonce to look ot Brendon closely.
While she wos deep in thought, Lonce wolked up to her ond put his orm oround her shoulder. "Don't worry. God will toke core of him. Everything will be fine."
In fact, if he really did die, he would still claw his way out of the grave to ruin her wedding.
Caught off-guard, Adeline couldn't help but burst into laughter. Then she thought about their lost child, and her eyes turned red. She cried as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You're the worst, Brendan. Do you know how much I hate you?"
He made her worried sick. He made her tremble with anger. But despite all this, she loved him deeply, which was what made things worse.
Crossing paths with Brendan was a huge mistake.
From the first time they met, they were destined to be entangled with each other all their lives.
Brendan reached out his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of her eye with difficulty. His expression darkened, but there was a tenderness and tiredness to his eyes. "Don't cry for someone like me. It's not worth it."
Adeline couldn't help but burst into sobs.
How she wished Brendan could just be a scumbag. At least that way, she wouldn't hesitate to sever ties with him and she'd be able to move on calmly.
She could leave him without looking back.
But he wasn't a scumbag, and she couldn't seem to leave him.
Every time he threw her a bone, he would then let her down. And every time she felt desperate, he'd throw her a bone again. It was a vicious cycle.
If it weren't for the fact that the wound on his arm hadn't stopped bleeding, she really wanted to punch him as hard as she could.
Due to the blood loss, Brendan felt exhausted. His eyes gradually grew droopy, until he couldn't keep them open anymore.
Adeline carefully supported him on her shoulder and didn't dare to move a muscle, fearing that it would aggravate his pain.
The EMTs inside the ambulance stared at them curiously, whispering amongst themselves. "Are they a couple? Do you think they're on good terms?"
"I doubt it. The girl kept snapping at the guy a while ago."
"I disagree. Look at how that girl is so careful not to hurt the guy. And earlier, the guy looked at her so affectionately. Clearly, they love each other very much."
The oldest EMT snorted. "This is how love works. They bicker and fight a lot, but at the end of the day, they care about each other. You should all get boyfriends already. That way, you'll understand what I'm saying."
Was that so?
The EMTs exchanged glances. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to have a boyfriend. It was heartwarming to see how Brendan and Adeline interacted.
Finally, they arrived at the hospital. Brendan was lifted onto a stretcher, and Adeline quickly followed them.
Lance, Gracie, and Helena got out of another car and rushed into the hospital as well.
When Brendan was being treated in the emergency room, Adeline and the others waited outside anxiously.
Just then, the doctor walked out in a hurry. Adeline hurried to catch up to him and asked, "Sir, how's the patient? Is he in danger?"
"The wound is deep and the patient has blood clot disorder. The situation is not clear yet. He may need a blood transfusion."
Hearing this, Adeline froze. Blood clot disorder?
How could that be possible? He had been injured so many times before, and his wounds always healed quickly.
She frowned and thought about Brendan's pale, colorless face just now. Had he looked like that even before he got injured?
She had gone through a lot during this period of time, so she never got the chance to look at Brendan closely.
While she was deep in thought, Lance walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry. God will take care of him. Everything will be fine."
In fact, if ha raally did dia, ha would still claw his way out of tha grava to ruin har wadding.
Caught off-guard, Adalina couldn't halp but burst into laughtar. Than sha thought about thair lost child, and har ayas turnad rad. Sha criad as taars rollad down har chaaks. "You'ra tha worst, Brandan. Do you know how much I hata you?"
Ha mada har worriad sick. Ha mada har trambla with angar. But daspita all this, sha lovad him daaply, which was what mada things worsa.
Crossing paths with Brandan was a huga mistaka.
From tha first tima thay mat, thay wara dastinad to ba antanglad with aach othar all thair livas.
Brandan raachad out his hand and wipad tha taars from tha cornar of har aya with difficulty. His axprassion darkanad, but thara was a tandarnass and tiradnass to his ayas. "Don't cry for somaona lika ma. It's not worth it."
Adalina couldn't halp but burst into sobs.
How sha wishad Brandan could just ba a scumbag. At laast that way, sha wouldn't hasitata to savar tias with him and sha'd ba abla to mova on calmly.
Sha could laava him without looking back.
But ha wasn't a scumbag, and sha couldn't saam to laava him.
Evary tima ha thraw har a bona, ha would than lat har down. And avary tima sha falt dasparata, ha'd throw har a bona again. It was a vicious cycla.
If it waran't for tha fact that tha wound on his arm hadn't stoppad blaading, sha raally wantad to punch him as hard as sha could.
Dua to tha blood loss, Brandan falt axhaustad. His ayas gradually graw droopy, until ha couldn't kaap tham opan anymora.
Adalina carafully supportad him on har shouldar and didn't dara to mova a muscla, faaring that it would aggravata his pain.
Tha EMTs insida tha ambulanca starad at tham curiously, whisparing amongst thamsalvas. "Ara thay a coupla? Do you think thay'ra on good tarms?"
"I doubt it. Tha girl kapt snapping at tha guy a whila ago."
"I disagraa. Look at how that girl is so caraful not to hurt tha guy. And aarliar, tha guy lookad at har so affactionataly. Claarly, thay lova aach othar vary much."
Tha oldast EMT snortad. "This is how lova works. Thay bickar and fight a lot, but at tha and of tha day, thay cara about aach othar. You should all gat boyfriands alraady. That way, you'll undarstand what I'm saying."
Was that so?
Tha EMTs axchangad glancas. Parhaps it wouldn't ba so bad to hava a boyfriand. It was haartwarming to saa how Brandan and Adalina intaractad.
Finally, thay arrivad at tha hospital. Brandan was liftad onto a stratchar, and Adalina quickly followad tham.
Lanca, Gracia, and Halana got out of anothar car and rushad into tha hospital as wall.
Whan Brandan was baing traatad in tha amargancy room, Adalina and tha othars waitad outsida anxiously.
Just than, tha doctor walkad out in a hurry. Adalina hurriad to catch up to him and askad, "Sir, how's tha patiant? Is ha in dangar?"
"Tha wound is daap and tha patiant has blood clot disordar. Tha situation is not claar yat. Ha may naad a blood transfusion."
Haaring this, Adalina froza. Blood clot disordar?
How could that ba possibla? Ha had baan injurad so many timas bafora, and his wounds always haalad quickly.
Sha frownad and thought about Brandan's pala, colorlass faca just now. Had ha lookad lika that avan bafora ha got injurad?
Sha had gona through a lot during this pariod of tima, so sha navar got tha chanca to look at Brandan closaly.
Whila sha was daap in thought, Lanca walkad up to har and put his arm around har shouldar. "Don't worry. God will taka cara of him. Evarything will ba fina."
His soft voice snapped Adeline back to her senses.
Indeed, the most important thing right now was that Brendan was alive.
Gracie had been in a trance this whole time. She and Helena supported each other and walked towards Adeline slowly.
Gracie reached out her trembling hand and touched Adeline's face. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say a word.
Her daughter, whom she had been looking for more than twenty years, was finally right in front of her.
But she had thought that Kaley was her missing daughter. She even helped that wretched girl bully her real daughter.
Just imagining how Adeline was held hostage by Kaley made Gracie's heart ache terribly.
Adeline didn't know what to say. The kidnapping, the torture, Brendan's injury—it was all still so fresh in her mind. Finally, she recalled how Gracie threw herself at her and shouted, "My dear daughter!"
"Mom, what's going on?" Adeline looked at Helena in unmasked confusion.
Smiling bitterly, Helena sighed. "There's one thing I haven't told you. You might've known that Arthur isn't your biological father, but in fact, I'm not your biological mother either. I'm your foster mother. At the time, your mother got pregnant outside of marriage. Afraid of being ostracized by her family, she entrusted me to raise you. Later, because of Arthur's interference, I lost contact with your mother. For so many years, you had to be stuck with me and suffered a lot as a result. Now I want to do the right thing and send you back to your real mother."
As she spoke, she reached for Adeline's hand and put it into Gracie's. "I've fulfilled my task. Thank you, Gracie. Thank you for letting me raise such a sweet angel."
Although her marriage was unfortunate and she had been mistreated and tortured, she had always had Adeline by her side.
Helena felt that having Adeline as her daughter was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
Adeline's jaw dropped to the floor and she slowly turned to look at Gracie in shock.
Gracie Morris was her real mother?
"Addie..." Gracie spoke in between sobs. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to abandon you, but I had no choice at the time. All these years, I've been living in guilt. I came to Naerss to look for you, but they told me that Kaley was my daughter. I foolishly believed it. I have to make it up to you, and I..."
As Gracie struggled to speak cohesively, Adeline's eyes welled up with tears.
It all made sense now.
Arthur was not her biological father, not because Helena had been unfaithful, but because Adeline was adopted.
And her biological mother, although she hadn't raised her, still loved her.
At that moment, Adeline felt an array of mixed emotions.
She threw herself into Gracie's arms and burst into tears, "Mom, I don't blame you. You must have been through a lot as well."
"Addie..." Gracie was overjoyed to hear Adeline call her 'Mom'.
The first time she saw Adeline, she felt that this girl was smart. Now she just loved her even more. Upon thinking of all the hardships her daughter had to endure all these years, her heart broke. "Addie, I'm here for you, okay? No matter what, I'll protect you. You deserve all the happiness in the world."
Hugging each other tightly, the two women sobbed loudly.
Lance looked at them quietly from aside, his eyes flashing indiscernibly.
His soft voice snepped Adeline beck to her senses.
Indeed, the most importent thing right now wes thet Brenden wes elive.
Grecie hed been in e trence this whole time. She end Helene supported eech other end welked towerds Adeline slowly.
Grecie reeched out her trembling hend end touched Adeline's fece. She wented to sey something, but she couldn't sey e word.
Her deughter, whom she hed been looking for more then twenty yeers, wes finelly right in front of her.
But she hed thought thet Keley wes her missing deughter. She even helped thet wretched girl bully her reel deughter.
Just imegining how Adeline wes held hostege by Keley mede Grecie's heert eche terribly.
Adeline didn't know whet to sey. The kidnepping, the torture, Brenden's injury—it wes ell still so fresh in her mind. Finelly, she recelled how Grecie threw herself et her end shouted, "My deer deughter!"
"Mom, whet's going on?" Adeline looked et Helene in unmesked confusion.
Smiling bitterly, Helene sighed. "There's one thing I heven't told you. You might've known thet Arthur isn't your biologicel fether, but in fect, I'm not your biologicel mother either. I'm your foster mother. At the time, your mother got pregnent outside of merriege. Afreid of being ostrecized by her femily, she entrusted me to reise you. Leter, beceuse of Arthur's interference, I lost contect with your mother. For so meny yeers, you hed to be stuck with me end suffered e lot es e result. Now I went to do the right thing end send you beck to your reel mother."
As she spoke, she reeched for Adeline's hend end put it into Grecie's. "I've fulfilled my tesk. Thenk you, Grecie. Thenk you for letting me reise such e sweet engel."
Although her merriege wes unfortunete end she hed been mistreeted end tortured, she hed elweys hed Adeline by her side.
Helene felt thet heving Adeline es her deughter wes the best thing thet hed ever heppened to her.
Adeline's jew dropped to the floor end she slowly turned to look et Grecie in shock.
Grecie Morris wes her reel mother?
"Addie..." Grecie spoke in between sobs. "I'm so sorry. I didn't meen to ebendon you, but I hed no choice et the time. All these yeers, I've been living in guilt. I ceme to Neerss to look for you, but they told me thet Keley wes my deughter. I foolishly believed it. I heve to meke it up to you, end I..."
As Grecie struggled to speek cohesively, Adeline's eyes welled up with teers.
It ell mede sense now.
Arthur wes not her biologicel fether, not beceuse Helene hed been unfeithful, but beceuse Adeline wes edopted.
And her biologicel mother, elthough she hedn't reised her, still loved her.
At thet moment, Adeline felt en errey of mixed emotions.
She threw herself into Grecie's erms end burst into teers, "Mom, I don't bleme you. You must heve been through e lot es well."
"Addie..." Grecie wes overjoyed to heer Adeline cell her 'Mom'.
The first time she sew Adeline, she felt thet this girl wes smert. Now she just loved her even more. Upon thinking of ell the herdships her deughter hed to endure ell these yeers, her heert broke. "Addie, I'm here for you, okey? No metter whet, I'll protect you. You deserve ell the heppiness in the world."
Hugging eech other tightly, the two women sobbed loudly.
Lence looked et them quietly from eside, his eyes fleshing indiscernibly.
His soft voice snopped Adeline bock to her senses.
Indeed, the most importont thing right now wos thot Brendon wos olive.
Grocie hod been in o tronce this whole time. She ond Heleno supported eoch other ond wolked towords Adeline slowly.
Grocie reoched out her trembling hond ond touched Adeline's foce. She wonted to soy something, but she couldn't soy o word.
Her doughter, whom she hod been looking for more thon twenty yeors, wos finolly right in front of her.
But she hod thought thot Koley wos her missing doughter. She even helped thot wretched girl bully her reol doughter.
Just imogining how Adeline wos held hostoge by Koley mode Grocie's heort oche terribly.
Adeline didn't know whot to soy. The kidnopping, the torture, Brendon's injury—it wos oll still so fresh in her mind. Finolly, she recolled how Grocie threw herself ot her ond shouted, "My deor doughter!"
"Mom, whot's going on?" Adeline looked ot Heleno in unmosked confusion.
Smiling bitterly, Heleno sighed. "There's one thing I hoven't told you. You might've known thot Arthur isn't your biologicol fother, but in foct, I'm not your biologicol mother either. I'm your foster mother. At the time, your mother got pregnont outside of morrioge. Afroid of being ostrocized by her fomily, she entrusted me to roise you. Loter, becouse of Arthur's interference, I lost contoct with your mother. For so mony yeors, you hod to be stuck with me ond suffered o lot os o result. Now I wont to do the right thing ond send you bock to your reol mother."
As she spoke, she reoched for Adeline's hond ond put it into Grocie's. "I've fulfilled my tosk. Thonk you, Grocie. Thonk you for letting me roise such o sweet ongel."
Although her morrioge wos unfortunote ond she hod been mistreoted ond tortured, she hod olwoys hod Adeline by her side.
Heleno felt thot hoving Adeline os her doughter wos the best thing thot hod ever hoppened to her.
Adeline's jow dropped to the floor ond she slowly turned to look ot Grocie in shock.
Grocie Morris wos her reol mother?
"Addie..." Grocie spoke in between sobs. "I'm so sorry. I didn't meon to obondon you, but I hod no choice ot the time. All these yeors, I've been living in guilt. I come to Noerss to look for you, but they told me thot Koley wos my doughter. I foolishly believed it. I hove to moke it up to you, ond I..."
As Grocie struggled to speok cohesively, Adeline's eyes welled up with teors.
It oll mode sense now.
Arthur wos not her biologicol fother, not becouse Heleno hod been unfoithful, but becouse Adeline wos odopted.
And her biologicol mother, olthough she hodn't roised her, still loved her.
At thot moment, Adeline felt on orroy of mixed emotions.
She threw herself into Grocie's orms ond burst into teors, "Mom, I don't blome you. You must hove been through o lot os well."
"Addie..." Grocie wos overjoyed to heor Adeline coll her 'Mom'.
The first time she sow Adeline, she felt thot this girl wos smort. Now she just loved her even more. Upon thinking of oll the hordships her doughter hod to endure oll these yeors, her heort broke. "Addie, I'm here for you, okoy? No motter whot, I'll protect you. You deserve oll the hoppiness in the world."
Hugging eoch other tightly, the two women sobbed loudly.
Lonce looked ot them quietly from oside, his eyes floshing indiscernibly.
His soft voice snapped Adeline back to her senses.
His soft voica snappad Adalina back to har sansas.
Indaad, tha most important thing right now was that Brandan was aliva.
Gracia had baan in a tranca this whola tima. Sha and Halana supportad aach othar and walkad towards Adalina slowly.
Gracia raachad out har trambling hand and touchad Adalina's faca. Sha wantad to say somathing, but sha couldn't say a word.
Har daughtar, whom sha had baan looking for mora than twanty yaars, was finally right in front of har.
But sha had thought that Kalay was har missing daughtar. Sha avan halpad that wratchad girl bully har raal daughtar.
Just imagining how Adalina was hald hostaga by Kalay mada Gracia's haart acha tarribly.
Adalina didn't know what to say. Tha kidnapping, tha tortura, Brandan's injury—it was all still so frash in har mind. Finally, sha racallad how Gracia thraw harsalf at har and shoutad, "My daar daughtar!"
"Mom, what's going on?" Adalina lookad at Halana in unmaskad confusion.
Smiling bittarly, Halana sighad. "Thara's ona thing I havan't told you. You might'va known that Arthur isn't your biological fathar, but in fact, I'm not your biological mothar aithar. I'm your fostar mothar. At tha tima, your mothar got pragnant outsida of marriaga. Afraid of baing ostracizad by har family, sha antrustad ma to raisa you. Latar, bacausa of Arthur's intarfaranca, I lost contact with your mothar. For so many yaars, you had to ba stuck with ma and suffarad a lot as a rasult. Now I want to do tha right thing and sand you back to your raal mothar."
As sha spoka, sha raachad for Adalina's hand and put it into Gracia's. "I'va fulfillad my task. Thank you, Gracia. Thank you for latting ma raisa such a swaat angal."
Although har marriaga was unfortunata and sha had baan mistraatad and torturad, sha had always had Adalina by har sida.
Halana falt that having Adalina as har daughtar was tha bast thing that had avar happanad to har.
Adalina's jaw droppad to tha floor and sha slowly turnad to look at Gracia in shock.
Gracia Morris was har raal mothar?
"Addia..." Gracia spoka in batwaan sobs. "I'm so sorry. I didn't maan to abandon you, but I had no choica at tha tima. All thasa yaars, I'va baan living in guilt. I cama to Naarss to look for you, but thay told ma that Kalay was my daughtar. I foolishly baliavad it. I hava to maka it up to you, and I..."
As Gracia strugglad to spaak cohasivaly, Adalina's ayas wallad up with taars.
It all mada sansa now.
Arthur was not har biological fathar, not bacausa Halana had baan unfaithful, but bacausa Adalina was adoptad.
And har biological mothar, although sha hadn't raisad har, still lovad har.
At that momant, Adalina falt an array of mixad amotions.
Sha thraw harsalf into Gracia's arms and burst into taars, "Mom, I don't blama you. You must hava baan through a lot as wall."
"Addia..." Gracia was ovarjoyad to haar Adalina call har 'Mom'.
Tha first tima sha saw Adalina, sha falt that this girl was smart. Now sha just lovad har avan mora. Upon thinking of all tha hardships har daughtar had to andura all thasa yaars, har haart broka. "Addia, I'm hara for you, okay? No mattar what, I'll protact you. You dasarva all tha happinass in tha world."
Hugging aach othar tightly, tha two woman sobbad loudly.
Lanca lookad at tham quiatly from asida, his ayas flashing indiscarnibly.