Chapter 403 The Ring
It sucked that touching the screen was nothing like feeling a real person.
'Brad, come back soon. I need to touch you.'
I watched Brad in the video, trying so hard to show he was okay, and my tears just started flowing again.
I missed him so much, it was driving me nuts.
'Brad, I miss you. I miss you so much. Please come back and forget about Jenny's whole life-saving thing, okay?'
I played the video over and over, soaking in Brad's face, memorizing every word he said, and imagining every line of his muscles.
'Brad, I won't let you down, and please don't let me down either.'
I put down my phone and in the silent, empty night, I bit the corner of my blanket and cried my eyes out.
After crying enough, I started typing a long message, sending a total of seven.
I didn't know if he could see them, but I hoped he could. That was my way of telling him that there were countless ways to communicate, and we'd find one that didn't break Jenny's rules.
After sending the messages, I remembered what Brad said about the ring, and my heart raced with excitement.
When did Brad get the ring? I had no clue.
I opened the drawer of the bedside table, and a royal blue velvet box caught my eye. On it was written sweetly, "Forever Love."
I opened the box, and there it was, a diamond ring. It was shaped like a daisy, with tiny diamonds around a hexagonal main diamond, simple and elegant.
I put the ring on my middle finger, and it fit perfectly. At the bottom was an oval card with a line of text: "Jane, my eternal love."
In this winter night, wearing my pajamas, I sat in the corner between the bed and the small table, kissing the diamond ring on my finger over and over.
I slept terribly that night, waking up again and again. In a daze, I saw Mia quietly come into the room, touch my forehead, tuck me in, and leave after seeing I was okay.
It was so nice to have Mia by my side during such painful and tough times, warming my tormented and lonely heart.
Around six in the morning, I got a voice message from Amelia. She told me how brutal the instructor's devilish training was. Luckily, she had practiced martial arts since she was a kid and had a solid foundation, which helped her endure. She said the training almost cut off communication between the trainees and the outside world, and only the best performers got the super reward of using a phone for twenty minutes. She said she was pushing herself for that reward.
In her long message, Amelia expressed great concern for me. She said to protect myself, run if I had to, and not worry about anything else as long as I wasn't hurt. She promised to help me get even with whoever messed with me when she got back.
She also mentioned that Ryan, that jerk, had sent her over two hundred messages, either apologizing or begging for her forgiveness. Every message from Ryan made Amelia feel sick.
Finally, Amelia asked me to call her parents. She couldn't reach them. She only had twenty minutes, and she didn't want her parents to worry.
After listening to Amelia's voice message, I checked the time. It was 6:45 in the morning, and her parents should be up by now.
I immediately called Amelia's home and briefly explained that she had found a job and was in training. Her parents got so emotional that their voices choked up, thanking me over and over.
We talked about Amelia for a few minutes. Knowing she was doing well, they felt relieved and kept inviting me to visit their home during my vacation.
After hanging up, I felt a deep discomfort in my heart.
For the health and happiness of their kids, every parent worked tirelessly and selflessly, without complaint or regret.
Helen's face popped into my mind. For various reasons, every time I talked to Helen, it was a brief call. I hadn't had a real talk with my parents in ages. Now, with everything going on with Brad, I needed to tell them.
Ronan answered the phone. He said he had just returned from his morning exercise, was sweaty, and needed to take a shower, asking me to talk to Helen first.
I looked at Ronan speechlessly for a long time. Didn't he say I was the most important?
Helen was making breakfast. Of all times, she was the most gentle when making breakfast. It was a rare sight, as breakfast was usually Ronan's domain, making her tenderness all the more precious.
"Sweetie, you're calling so early! Have you brushed your teeth?" Helen gently asked.
"Yes, I've brushed my teeth, taken a shower, changed my clothes, and dried my hair." To avoid wasting time with a Q&A session, I answered Helen's four usual questions all at once.
"Good, good, you can take care of yourself now, that's great." Helen was a bit flustered.
I regretted it a little. Was it not right to disturb Helen when she was so eagerly doing something for Ronan?
"Mom, you go ahead and cook. I'll call back later."
"No, no, no, you can talk now."
I used the simplest language to give a rough description of the situation. Helen was silent for a full minute, then asked her fifth question, "Is that Jenny from the country I hate the most?"
"No." I was puzzled as to why Helen would ask that.
"Her behavior is quite annoying, like the style of people from that damn country."
Jenny was indeed quite annoying.
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