Chapter 297 Patricia's Last Breath
Maybe it was because Juniper said it so casually, like it just slipped out, that for a second, Magnus thought he misheard.
Expressing love was common among other couples. But for him and Juniper, they'd been through too much that hearing it again felt heavy.
They were both pretty reserved, hardly ever saying stuff like that.
Hearing it now, it hit him hard.
The vibe on the phone got kinda weird.
Juniper felt awkward. "If you didn't hear it, forget it. I'm kinda sleepy, gonna hit the sack."
"Juniper, say it again," he asked.
"I don't wanna say it anymore."
It had come out naturally before, but now, saying it on purpose felt weird.
Magnus wasn't letting it go. "But I wanna hear it."
Juniper, usually cooperative, teased with a light laugh, "How about I say it when you come to Solara to see me and Jenny?"
"Juniper..."
Before he could finish, Juniper interrupted, "Magnus, I wish you were here with me now."
Was she getting too caught up in her feelings?
If they kept talking, she might just rush back to the Imperial Capital overnight, cling to him, and never want to leave for Solara again.
Just before hanging up, Magnus asked, "How's Christopher doing?"
"He's still in the ICU. I'm planning to take Jenny to see him again before I leave tomorrow. Someone as good as Christopher deserves a long, peaceful life," Juniper replied.
"You like Christopher a lot?"
The way he asked was kinda loaded.
Juniper misunderstood right away. "Are you jealous of Christopher too? He's my savior. It's weird, the first time I met him, I felt an instant connection."
Juniper had thought it would be great to have a father like Christopher, as someone like Alexander didn't deserve to be her father.
Magnus tried to comfort her. "Christopher will be fine."
When Christopher wakes up, they can reunite as father and daughter.
If he told Juniper the whole truth now, she wouldn't want to go to Solara; she'd stay in the middle of the chaos, turning everything upside down.
By then, he might not be able to protect her.
This time, he didn't want Juniper to make a painful choice, so he made it for her.
Juniper was sleepy, her voice tired. "I'm hanging up."
"Okay."
"Magnus, good night."
"Good night."
After Juniper hung up, Magnus held the phone, listening to the busy signal, sitting at his desk.
After a long time, he said to the phone, "Juniper, I love you."
For seven years, through all the ups and downs, he still loved her.
Over the years, that love grew like wild vines, wrapping around his heart, impossible to remove.
Even in hatred, he couldn't help but sink deeper.
Maple Villa.
A piercing phone ring shattered the silence of the night.
Michael, sensing something was off, grabbed his phone and sat up quickly.
Without even checking the caller ID, he answered, "Hello?"
Paul's voice came through, "Mr. Johnson, your sister... she's not going to make it."
Michael froze.
A loud ringing filled his ears, drowning out everything else.
The world seemed to spin around him.
"Mr. Johnson? I'll send you the address. Come see her one last time," Paul said.
His brain buzzed, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.
He clutched the phone, forcing himself to stand, his body swaying, his face pale as a ghost.
Without a response, Paul called again, "Mr. Johnson?"
It took Michael several seconds to finally croak out, "I... understand."
He sped towards the address Paul gave him, running several red lights along the way.
When he arrived, Patricia was already lying there, barely alive. Her body was a wreck, her skin ulcerated, her mouth filled with dried blood, lying in a pool of muddy water.
She reached out her hand, staring at the door as if she had an unfulfilled wish.
Michael held her in his arms. "Patricia! How did you end up like this?"
Patricia clutched his arm, her eyes filled with hatred.
Her tongue had been cut, and she could only make rough, unpleasant sounds.
She stubbornly stared at Michael, writing Magnus's name in his palm.
It was Magnus who did this to her.
Michael closed his eyes, tears falling, "Patricia, you should have listened to me and stayed away from Magnus. Why were you so stubborn?"
If she had listened to him and behaved, she wouldn't have ended up like this.
He had warned her more than once that Magnus was ruthless and not someone she could provoke.
Patricia wrote two more words in his palm: [Revenge.]
Michael's eyes were red, holding her tightly, his voice choked, "Patricia, even in death, you don't understand where you went wrong? It's my fault that you ended up like this."
Patricia stubbornly tugged at his sleeve, her eyes filled with the unrelenting desire for revenge.
But she couldn't hold on any longer, her breath weakening.
Michael picked her up and rushed outside, "Patricia, I'll take you to the hospital, hold on!"
Just as he reached the car door, Patricia's hand, clutching his, suddenly went limp.
He held her, frozen, unable to move.
Patricia had passed away, but her eyes were still wide open.
Dying with eyes open was the most pitiful and saddest thing.
Patricia," he called her again, but she didn't respond.
He knelt in the cold night, holding Patricia, not knowing how long he stayed there. Finally, he raised his hand and gently closed her eyes, "Patricia, I'll take you home."
Sinclair received the call the next morning.
Michael's voice was filled with grief, hoarse as if he hadn't slept all night.
She sensed something was wrong, "Michael, what's wrong?"
"Patricia is dead. Sinclair, can you come and be with me?" he said.
Sinclair's heart skipped a beat.'Patricia is dead? Was it Magnus' doing?' she wondered.
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