Chapter 507 Should Have Thrown It Away Long Ago
I remember the day I left with just my suitcase, feeling like I had nothing at all.
But then, thinking about my parents, my brother, and my friends, I realized I wasn't completely alone. I had lost someone who never really belonged to me—Ryan.
It was like having a perfect world, and then suddenly a dead leaf fell into it. I thought it was a treasure, so I cherished and protected it. Then one day, I realized it was just a broken leaf, as common as the trash outside.
How did I feel then?
It was just trash; I should have thrown it away long ago.
The world stayed the same, and I was still me. Nothing had changed.
Except there was no more Ryan.
Being busy always made time fly. By the time I finished my last task, it was almost time for a holiday.
Because my work performance over the past six months was pretty good, my boss gave me an early vacation.
I organized my work and used the rare few days off to pack my bags and head back to my hometown.
As expected, my brother threw a party to celebrate.
In the middle of the fun, I didn't expect Ryan to show up. He stood about ten feet away, staring at me coldly.
I didn't want to pay him any attention, but my brother couldn't stand it. He had wanted to punch Ryan for a long time. Ryan had done wrong but still dared to glare arrogantly.
But I didn't want my brother to get into a fight with Ryan because of me. After all, Ryan and I had broken up, and there was no chance of getting back together, so why bother?
Before my brother could act, I held his tense hand and said, "Ryan, we broke up. What are you doing here?"
As I spoke, Ryan's expression softened a little, and he moved closer, as if he intended to grasp my hand. He said, "Amelia, it's been six months. Your anger should have subsided by now. Don't go too far; you know my temper. I'm here to take you back. If you come with me today, I'll let bygones be bygones."
I was stunned by Ryan's words, suddenly at a loss.
It seemed my brother was right to want to punch Ryan.
People like Ryan were impossible to communicate with rationally.
Breakup—I said breakup, not separation. The difference was fundamental.
Did Ryan always think I was just throwing a tantrum, playing hard to get?
I really didn't have that kind of energy.
Even now, I haven't completely forgotten Ryan.
But that didn't affect my decision to break up.
And what I couldn't forget wasn't Ryan himself, but the love and sincerity I had invested over five years.
I said, "Mr. Price, I think I made myself very clear before. If you have a bad memory, I don't mind telling you again. We broke up, more than six months ago. So please, stop bothering me with these inexplicable questions. It's really extremely troubling."
Ryan asked, "What did you call me?"
I shrugged. How could his hearing have gotten worse in just six months?
I said, "Mr. Price, is that wrong?""Do you even know what you're saying? Come with me before I change my mind, or there won't be another chance," Ryan snapped, his face twisted with anger.
I replied, "Thank you, and please, don't let there be another chance. I beg you."
"Amelia, I'm giving you one last chance. Don't refuse the dignity I'm offering you, or you'll regret it," Ryan said, his desperation making his words jumbled.
My brother finally had enough. He raised his hand and punched Ryan square in the nose, throwing in a few choice insults for good measure.
Ryan yelled, "Amelia, you actually let your brother insult me!"
My brother chuckled darkly and kicked him again. "So what if I insult you? Or do you have a bad memory? If you're afraid of forgetting, I can carve it on your tombstone, believe it or not?"
My brother, a long-distance runner, beat Ryan so badly he couldn't fight back.
As for Ryan, a pampered rich guy, he had no real skills other than using money and power to oppress others.
So Ryan was pinned to the ground, getting beaten up by my brother, and I turned my head away.
This constant entanglement wasn't going to work. Since the fight had already started, it might as well be a thorough beating to make Ryan think twice before bothering me again. Even a trip to the police station would be worth it.
Ryan said, "Amelia, make your brother stop, or I'll really be done with you."
I said, "So, Ryan, we really are broken up, right?"
Ryan replied, "Yes, we broke up a long time ago, okay?"
I touched my nose. Ryan was really a despicable man. Why couldn't he face reality unless he was getting punched?
I continued, "Mr. Price, remember, from the moment you brought Grace home and spent day and night with her, even helping her when she slipped in the shower, you and I were done. From now on, please treat Grace well and stop bothering me. It's very annoying and disgusting. Got it?"
"Got it. I won't bother you again," Ryan shouted at me while dodging my brother's attacks.
There weren't many customers in the restaurant. The few who were there stood up to watch for a while, found it uninteresting, and sat back down to eat their meals. Not a single person came over to watch the commotion.
"Alright. My brother might have been a bit too forceful, but who told you to mess with his beloved sister? Fortunately, you just said you wouldn't bother us anymore. We'll go back to our meal and celebration. You may leave." With that, I signaled my brother to let Ryan go.
Ryan got up and ran away in a sorry state, like a dog with its tail between its legs.
Even after I sat back down and picked up my fork to eat, my brother was still staring at me in disbelief.
I asked, "What are you looking at?"
My brother shook his head. "No, I just can't believe you really don't love him anymore."
I asked, "What makes you say that?"
My brother said, "If you still had any feelings for him, you wouldn't have let me beat him up like that."
I couldn't help but laugh.
After I got home, my parents brought up my breakup with Ryan again. After they had said enough, they started arranging a new round of blind dates.
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