Chapter 32: He Lost Her
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Lucas arrived very quickly, even wearing loungewear. It was obvious he had rushed out. He saw Willow's car by the roadside and ran over quickly.
"Willow, are you okay?" Lucas squatted down, panting as he asked.
Willow looked at Lucas, drenched in sweat, and could no longer control herself. Her tears burst through the dam.
"I can't breathe, Lucas. Why is this happening? I'm scared. I don't know who else to call, so I could only call you. I'm sorry." Willow broke down sobbing.
"Shh, shh." Lucas pulled Willow into his arms, stroking the back of her head again and again to comfort her.
"Don't apologize. Don't say sorry. Willow, if you want to cry, just cry. I'm right here." Lucas gently comforted Willow.
When Adrian drove along the road and found Willow's car, he unexpectedly saw Lucas. He was just holding Willow like that, holding her in his arms.
Adrian's grip on the steering wheel tightened more and more, his eyes fixed dead ahead on the two people embracing, as if punishing himself.
When Willow's sobbing gradually lightened, Lucas pulled some distance between them.
"Let me take you home first, okay?" Lucas said gently.
Willow nodded.
Lucas settled Willow in the passenger seat and considerately drove Willow's car to take her home. The car was silent the whole way. Willow was trying to calm her emotions, and Lucas gave her enough time.
They quickly arrived at her building. Lucas escorted Willow upstairs.
Adrian's car followed Willow's car to her building, watching Lucas escort Willow upstairs.
He rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.
Upstairs, Lucas walked Willow into her home and poured her a glass of warm water.
"Want to talk?" Lucas asked.
Willow took the warm water and sipped it slowly. There was a faint mist in her eyes again.
"Is it because of him?" Lucas asked.
Willow nodded.
"He said he married me only out of duty," Willow said softly, lowering her eyes.
"Actually, I already had a feeling in my heart. It's just that hearing it with my own ears hurts so much. I can't catch my breath. Just now, my vision even went blurry, and my ears were ringing. I'm so scared." Remembering the feeling from just now, Willow said, breaking down.
"Willow, to be honest, what you need right now is medication," Lucas said objectively.
"It's serious, isn't it?" Willow asked, stunned.
Lucas nodded.
"Will the medicine affect the baby?" Willow asked, frowning.
"This kind of medication will more or less affect the child. Actually, the baby is still very small right now. Compared to the baby, you should prioritize your own health." Lucas's words were already very clear.
"No! No way. It's all I have. I can't lose it." Willow's emotions suddenly became agitated. She hugged her belly tightly.
"You still have me. I'll stay with you." Lucas looked at the somewhat agitated Willow and held her hand.
"I want to keep it..." Willow's tears were like pearls with a broken string.
Why couldn't she keep anything? Her grandfather, Adrian... was even the baby impossible?
"Help me... please help me," Willow cried helplessly.
"Okay, I'll help you. Willow, don't worry. It will be okay." Lucas gently pulled Willow into his arms to comfort her.
Leaning in Lucas's arms, a completely different scent from Adrian—a woody fragrance—gradually calmed Willow down.
Lucas patted Willow's back like he was coaxing a child.
This made Willow think of her grandfather. When she was little, her grandfather would pat her back just like this to coax her to sleep.
Grandpa... I miss you so much... I'm so tired.
Willow fell asleep just like that in Lucas's arms.
Lucas picked Willow up and gently placed her on the bed, tucking her in. Lucas sat in the living room, looking at the sleeping Willow in the bedroom. He felt indescribable heartache and anger.
Adrian didn't deserve Willow's love at all!
He sat for a long while. Seeing that Willow was still sound asleep, Lucas finally left.
Downstairs, countless cigarette butts had fallen beside Adrian's car.
As dawn gradually broke, he finally saw Lucas's figure coming downstairs.
Adrian put out his cigarette and got out of the car.
When Lucas came down, he saw Adrian leaning against the car door, his expression terrible.
The two of them just stared at each other like that.
"You shouldn't be here. Willow doesn't want to see you," Lucas spoke.
"She doesn't want to see me. She wants to see you, is that it?" Adrian let out a low laugh, as if he had heard some joke.
"Tell me. Did you sleep together?" Adrian walked up to Lucas and asked.
Lucas punched Adrian hard.
"You bastard. I'm telling you, you don't deserve Willow's love at all. Do you know that?" Lucas grabbed Adrian's collar viciously.
"I don't deserve her. Do you?" Adrian turned his head and spat out the blood in his mouth.
"I'm warning you. Stay away from Willow," Lucas glared at Adrian fiercely.
"Those are my words," Adrian refused to show weakness.
"Do you want her to die? Huh? You want to kill her! Don't you!" Lucas's eyes were bloodshot.
Adrian was stunned.
"What do you mean?" Adrian asked, frowning.
"You've never asked me what kind of doctor I am." Lucas let go of Adrian's collar in disgust and stood up.
What did he mean? Why should he care what kind of doctor he was?
"I'm a psychologist," Lucas looked down at Adrian, who was still sitting on the ground.
"What does that mean?" Adrian sprang up and grabbed Lucas's collar with both hands.
"What do you mean? Don't you understand? I'm a psychologist. Why do you think Willow has anything to do with me!" Lucas shook off Adrian's hand.
"She's sick," Lucas said to Adrian.
She was sick? She was sick...
Vaguely sensing what Lucas was about to say, Adrian felt as if all the blood in his body had turned ice-cold in an instant.
"Depression. The reason she's like this is all because of you." Lucas spoke word by word, as if dissecting Adrian's heart.
Depression...
How could this be...
Adrian wanted to speak, but his throat felt choked. Not a single sound could come out.
"Adrian, you don't deserve Willow's love. If you don't want her to die, let her go." After speaking, Lucas slammed hard into Adrian's shoulder and left.
Adrian stood in place.
The heaviness in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe. Despair surged in like a tide, drowning Adrian.
He said, if he didn't want her to die, he should let her go.
How could this be, Willow...
But the next second, Willow's tear-streaked face, her lifeless appearance, countless expressions of Willow crying or in despair—all of them flooded into his mind in an instant.
Adrian staggered a step, as if he could no longer bear it.
He was lying to him. That's what Adrian thought.
He took out his phone and called Sophie, his fingers trembling somewhat.
"What's going on, so late..." Sophie obviously hadn't woken up yet.
"Is Willow sick?"
"..."
"Speak!" Adrian roared.
"How did you know? Did Willow tell you?" Sophie's answer completely crushed Adrian.
So it was true.
Everything had actually left traces. He just hadn't noticed.
Adrian smashed his phone onto the ground with all his might. It shattered into pieces, just like his heart.
Damn it. What had he done?
Adrian wandered home in a daze and sat stupidly on the sofa until the sun rose.
Depression.
The reason she's like this is all because of you.
Do you want to kill her?
Lucas's words echoed in Adrian's mind all night.
"Brother, I love you the most."
"Marrying you was the happiest thing."
"I love you, Adrian."
How long had it been since he had seen a genuine smile from Willow? Adrian had almost forgotten...
Adrian took out the divorce papers from the drawer. With a broad stroke, he signed his name.
So, he had really lost that girl whose heart and eyes were filled with nothing but him. He really deserved to die.
In all his years, this was the first time Adrian tasted tears.
They were salty. And bitter...
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