Chapter 24

Even at his worst, when he couldn't stand Elena, not once did he ever want her dead. He'd once been ruthless enough to push her toward surgery, but in the end, he'd still found another matching donor. So why did it all happen too late? Why? Only after realizing he couldn't bear to lose her did it hit him—he'd messed up. Badly. He should've known it all along. Sure, he yelled at her, acted like he didn't care, even cruelly let her lose their child. But deep down? He always cared. Otherwise, with how cold he normally was, would he have kept letting her get pregnant with his kid, over and over? He just figured it out too late. Elena… he never wanted her to die. That thought never crossed his mind. And he never imagined she'd pack up everything without a word and walk right out of his life. Elena, you tossed our childhood memories like they were garbage, while I kept forcing myself to forgive you... What gave you the right to just disappear forever? Under the sunlight, Emmanuel's tall fram