NOVPUBChapter 870: 427 Let go_1 Chapter 870: 427 Let go_1 Today is the day Nicholas Drake is being discharged from the hospital.
He wanted to see her one more time before he left.
Aubree Groove poured a cup of warm water, smiled, and said, “Please sit.”
Nicholas Drake quietly looked at her.
She had lost a lot of weight.
Her delicate face was pale but radiant, her eyebrows peaceful and serene.
She had a look about her that was profoundly peaceful, so much so that it put those who gazed upon her at ease.
There was no hint of animosity or estrangement in her eyes, as if he was just an old friend she hadn’t seen in a long time.
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It was as if there wasn’t a deep-seated hatred between them.
“Are you being discharged today?” Aubree Groove asked softly.
Nicholas Drake nodded in silence.
The atmosphere thickened.
The young man’s hands resting on his knees tightened slightly, his slender hands revealing protruding blue veins, an unsettling sight.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
His voice was hoarse, sounding like air from an old, worn bellows.
He lowered his eyes and didn’t dare look at her.
“The one who wronged is not you, so why are you apologizing?” the young lady’s voice was gentle, resonating like beautiful chorale music.
Nicholas Drake suddenly looked at her.
Her eyes were gentle, warm like spring water.
“You didn’t hurt anyone.
You shouldn’t punish yourself for others’ mistakes,” she said.
The young man smiled bitterly: “I understand, knowing you is the luckiest thing in my life.”
He whispered, “Before I leave, could I hold you one last time?”
“Never mind, that request is a bit abrupt !”
Before he finished speaking, she stepped forward and embraced him.
She said, “I have let go, why can’t you?
Life is short.
You should make yourself happy.
Meet more friends, go out more, see more places.
If you are happy, I will be happy too.”
“We will always be friends.”
The young man stood stiffly on the spot.
He lifted his hand and gently embraced her.
The sunlight filtered through the curtain and fell on the floor.
Dust particles danced like sprites in the light.
His quiet eyes ignited with a weak flame that illuminated the darkness.
If you encounter someone too dazzling during your youth, the rest of your life could be difficult.
He could already foresee the rest of his life.
It seemed within a single glance.
“If you are happy, I would be happy.”
This statement was enough to support him for the rest of his life.
The young man left without looking back.
He walked briskly as if afraid he might regret it.
He never looked back.
Not until he walked out of the hospital gate and looked up at the sunlight overhead.
The light in his eyes gradually went out, becoming pitch black and deep, inscrutable.
“Young Master,” a middle-aged man in his fifties opened the car door with respect.
“Uncle Sylvan, this place feels more like home than Lostswa.”
Uncle Sylvan had been the old steward of the Frost’s family mansion.
After Virginia Frost’s incident, he returned to Pethkids to manage the Frost’s affairs.
His most important task, however, was to bring Nicholas Drake back to Lostswa.
Pethkids was no longer a place he should stay.
Madam had arranged two paths for him: One, to study abroad; two, to join the army.
Nicholas Drake chose the second path.
He couldn’t let his mother continue her mistakes.
The future of the Frosts was with him.
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“Stop acting so high and mighty, is Ms.
Aria really that great?
What’s she being so smug about?
If it wasn’t for the fact that she is Dr.
Aria’s sister, I wouldn’t even bother with her.”
The newly opened tea house was not busy.
The prices were too high, and most people were put off by them.
During the first three days of its opening, there had been a steady stream of people from the Linggo’s business partners, but after that, the place was deserted.
Jenny Linggo was leaning on the counter, grumbling.
She had made a time with Vanessa Aria, but Vanessa Aria stood her up and even dared to ignore her calls.
Jenny Linggo was furious; she felt like her lungs were going to explode.
For the first time, someone had stood her up.
The staff didn’t dare make a sound and just kept busy with their work.
Jenny Linggo seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, “What time did Silvia Hayes make her appointment?”
An employee checked their logbook: “Seven in the evening.”
Jenny Linggo glanced at the clock opposite, it was just about that time.
Silvia Hayes had told her in advance that she wanted to meet with someone at the tea house tonight, and to reserve the best booth for them.
Jenny Linggo had arranged it early in the morning.
Silvia Hayes meeting with someone was unusual.
Jenny Linggo’s eyes rolled as she summoned the manager and gave him a few instructions.
Although the manager was a bit surprised, he did as he was told.
At 6:50, the wind chime at the entrance tinkled.
