Chapter 114

Hearing those words, Charlotte raised her hand sadly and patted his back. "Aidan, don't scare me. Ellie has already left, you..." "She didn't. She can’t leave us like this," Aidan pushed Charlotte away and shouted in grief and anger, "She's waiting for me at home. We agreed that I would go back to accompany her when I was done with my work. Why... Why did you take her away? Give her back to me, give her back to me." As he spoke, he held Charlotte's shoulders tightly and shook her hard. "Why did you take her away? Why did you hide her from me? I know I was wrong. Why didn't you give me a chance to repent?" Connor narrowed his eyes. "Enough." He forcefully shoved Eliana's urn into Aidan's hands. "Ellie is here. Why is she here? Don't you understand? She's dead. Isn't this the result of your hard work? You've gotten what you’ve wished for. Why are you crying? Why are you making trouble here?" Aidan painfully withdrew his hand and leaned his head back against the door of the car, refusing to touch the urn on his lap. It wasn't Ellie. It couldn’t be. Charlotte's heart ached when she saw him like that. She reached out and gently touched the urn, whispering, "Ellie likes being clean. She won't allow us to watch her turn into a smelly, rotting corpse. Aidan, I'm begging you. Please let her go and show her some respect." Aidan slowly bent his back, wrapped his arms around the urn, and hugged it tightly. His Ellie was a clean girl. However, again and again, she was badly hurt by him, leaving her bleeding and with scars. How painful must it have been for her to say to him that she would "never forgive" him? Seeing Aidan's painful expression, Charlotte was full of anger, but she didn't know where or how to vent it. Love was always unforgettable. How could those who had not experienced the pain of life and death understand grief? She slowly stood up and staggered away. Connor squatted in front of Aidan and comforted him. "Aidan, you should let her rest in peace. You..." Aidan leaned his forehead on the urn and murmured in a weak voice, "You may go now." Connor stood up and left after a moment of silence. Aidan was not a fool. He just didn't want to wake up. He sat there for a long time. It was not until dusk that he gently kissed the urn. He slowly got up and said, "Ellie, I'll bring you home now. No one can separate us." He put "Eliana" in the passenger seat and fastened a seatbelt around it. He gently stroked "her" and started the car to leave. When he encountered a place with a good view, he deliberately drove very slowly. That was because he knew that Eliana liked to play and she liked to see beautiful scenery. When they got home, Aidan went upstairs with "Eliana" in his arms. When the servants in Blanchard Garden saw that he was holding the urn, they were a little scared, but no one dared say anything. After carrying "Eliana" back to bed, Aidan went downstairs and took a few bottles of wine. He "chatted" with her while drinking, as tears streamed down his face. Obviously... As long as he believed her, as long as he trusted her, it would have been enough. But why... He didn't even give her a little bit of trust. In the hospital, Belinda was finally able to speak. Travis rushed over immediately and asked about the car accident that year. After knowing the truth, he called Aidan eagerly. Aidan did not answer, so he had to dial Robert's number again to tell him that Belinda had something to talk to Aidan about. After hanging up, Robert quickly pushed open Aidan's door and said, "Aidan, Madam can speak now." There was no joy or sadness on Aidan's face. He simply turned his dull eyes to Robert's face. Seeing as Aidan didn't seem interested, Robert hurriedly said, "She wants to tell you about what happened that year..."