Chapter 451

William Turner’s voice faded to silence, and an overwhelming sense of loss came over him. He couldn’t put it into words—just this hollow emptiness in his chest, like something precious had been stolen and there was no getting it back. But Olivia Hale’s whole face lit up. Even though she still looked pale and weak, she threw herself into his arms with uncontrollable excitement, like a little bird finally finding its home. "William, is it true? You're really willing to be with me?" William’s fingers trembled; he could barely form a coherent response. He looked down at her—beautiful, delicate. There had been a time when he had genuinely cared for her. But now, all he felt was exhaustion. And yet she seemed over the moon, like she had everything she'd ever wanted. His heart wavered just a little, a faint warmth passing through him. He gave a small nod. Olivia clung to him tighter and rested obediently against his chest, softly talking about their future like she was painting a fairytale. "