NOVPUBChapter 1371: 646 Heart Way_5 Chapter 1371: 646 Heart Way_5 As Aubree finished speaking, a sedan came to a stop by her.
Aubree opened the car door and got inside.
The sedan kicked up a cloud of dust and left abruptly.
Agave Rinto stood in the darkness, looking utterly downtrodden.
Finnian Moore looked on from a distance, a deep-seated discomfort weighing on his heart.
After a while, Agave Rinto asked, “Is she truly heartless?”
She was willing to lay down her life for anyone, but her heart was the hardest and most precious thing in the world.
“No, that’s not it.” He stated, shaking his head softly.
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Suddenly he turned around, his eyes bearing an edge.
“How is Anton Cook doing right now?”
Finnian Moore was caught off guard.
After thinking for a while, he said, “He has fully recovered and been discharged from the hospital, but it seems he has lost his memory.
He doesn’t remember Ms.
Aubree.”
Agave Rinto scoffed, “What she said was right, love is indeed the most laughable thing in this world.
But you’re wrong, I’m not the fool that Anton Cook is.”
“Then find a way to make him remember.” Agave Rinto once again adopted his refined demeanor, standing under the moonlight, bathed in its soft tranquility.
Finnian Moore was startled.
Had Master McKay gone mad?
Anton Cook’s amnesia was an unexpected lucky break, reducing his competition.
Why would he help Anton remember, wasn’t he afraid that Anton would regain his memory and come back to fight for Aubree?
Finnian Moore was filled with doubt but could only respond, “Yes, Master McKay.”
Agave Rinto mumbled to himself as he walked ahead, “What if it was him?”
Could you still calmly utter those words- what you want, I can never give?
I may not be able to let go of you, but someone can.
When the time comes, the quagmire of life won’t be so easy to enter or exit as you wish.
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The night was like a dense, impenetrable net, enveloping everything within it.
The moonlight shed a hazy, clear glow over the room, illuminating the anxious young man on the large bed.
He seemed trapped in a terrible nightmare; his handsome face taut with blue veins, his eyebrows knitted tightly, his mouth opened wide without making a noise.
“No!.”
The young man issued a heart-wrenching scream, piercing the silent night.
The young man awoke bathed in sweat.
His eyes were filled with a vacant bewilderment and lingering fear.
Startled by the scream, Keanu Ledger sprung up and dashed towards Anton Cook’s room.
The door was locked from inside, Keanu feverishly banged on it, asking worriedly, “Sullivan, are you okay?
Please don’t scare me.”
After a while, a hoarse voice came from inside the room, “I’m fine.”
Keanu crouched down by the door and sighed, “Is it because of the nightmares again?
Why don’t you see a psychiatrist?
This can’t go on forever.
Maybe I should tell your brother!”
“Don’t tell my brother, I’m fine.” The young man’s voice was filled with undeniable resolution.
Keanu thought, since Sullivan woke up this time, he seemed a lot more reserved, as though he was harbouring many concerns.
Even though Sullivan claimed he couldn’t remember certain people and events, Keanu had a hunch that things weren’t as simple as they appeared.
This kid was likely hiding something from him.
“I’m just going to stay here with you, okay?
There are bodyguards all around us, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Just then, the door to the room behind him suddenly opened.
Keanu stumbled backward, nearly doing a backward somersault.
The young man, dressed in a large black and gold robe, walked out expressionlessly with long strides.
“You should go back to your room and sleep.
I’m fine.” He then walked into the music room, shutting the door tightly behind him.
Keanu sighed.
This guy would spend every night confining himself to the music room without sleeping.
He wondered how it would affect him in the long run.
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In March this year, Alora Hart celebrated her eighteenth birthday.
She couldn’t use her underage status as an excuse anymore.
She had to take legal responsibility for her own evil deeds.
This time, no one was there to help her.
It was then that Alora Hart truly knew regret.
Digby Hart, I am your own daughter, how can you be so heartless?
At that moment, her hatred for Digby Hart surpassed her feelings for Aubree.
She was confined alone in a dark room without windows.
There was only a bed inside the room, which had a strange smell.
Alora Hart was lying on the bed, stuck in a state of quiet collapse.
The heavy iron door creaked open, allowing light into the room.
Alora Hart lay there motionless.
The box of food was placed by her pillow, a shadow fell by her ear, someone started speaking to her in an extremely soft voice.
Alora Hart’s wooden eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly lifted her head.
The person was wearing a hat.
His face was obscured by the darkness, and she couldn’t make out his features.
