Chapter 214 Nora, I'm Here to Keep You Company.
"Mr. Whitaker, why'd you hit Mr. Porter? He's already on his last legs," Wesley's face was all over the place, clearly not down with Harold's move.
Harold shot back, "If we let him keep kneeling in the rain, he's just gonna get worse."
Wesley frowned, "But you didn't have to knock him out, man. Could've gone a bit easier on him."
Harold shrugged, "With this downpour, I wasn't about to stand there and have a heart-to-heart. If you don't like my way, you can wait till he wakes up and try your luck."
Wesley rolled his eyes, thinking, 'He's already out cold, and I'll wait till he wakes up to talk sense into him? Not happening!'
Harold said, "If you're cool with it, let's get him outta here."
Wesley didn't dare to argue.
He quickly called a few folks over to help haul Isaac to the car.
Harold hadn't hit him too hard.
Wesley took Isaac home, changed his clothes, and Isaac came to.
Seeing he was back home, Isaac's face darkened as he shot a cold look at Wesley.
Feeling the icy vibe, Wesley took a step back, scared.
He quickly blurted out, "Mr. Porter, don't be mad. It wasn't me who knocked you out; it was Mr. Whitaker. If you want payback, go find him. He's still downstairs."
Isaac stormed out of the room and headed downstairs.
Harold was chilling, sipping coffee in the living room.
Seeing Isaac charging at him, Harold didn't flinch. He even patted the seat next to him, saying, "Sit down and have some hot coffee. You've been in the rain all night; you must be freezing."
Isaac snapped, "Who gave you the guts to knock me out?"
Harold shrugged, "I was just looking out for you."
"Mind your own business," Isaac shot back, turning to leave.
Harold quickly grabbed him, "Where you headed?"
Isaac shook him off, "I'm going to be with Nora."
It was pouring and thundering outside; she must be scared.
He couldn't leave her alone in the cemetery; he had to be with her.
Harold sighed, "Nora's gone, man. What good does it do to be with her now? It's pouring out there. If you go out, you'll just get sick and worry your grandparents.
"The dead can't come back. It's okay to be sad, but you can't stay stuck in it. You got people who care about you. Think about them. Don't wait till something happens to them to regret it!"
Isaac's lips pressed tight, his face dark.
Harold pushed him to sit down, "If Nora could see you, she wouldn't want you to do this to yourself. Nora loved you so much when she was alive. She'd want you to live well."
Pain flickered in Isaac's eyes.
The sorrow in his eyes was like a flood, ready to drown him.
Harold softened his tone, "And Nora always liked your grandpa. But now he's still sick, you should take care of him so Nora doesn't have to worry. Don't just let yourself fall apart.
"If you hurt yourself, your grandpa will worry too, and his health will get worse.
"Isaac, even if not for yourself, for your grandparents' sake, take care of yourself.
"Rhys just came back to treat your grandpa, and he's getting better, but he's not there yet. If you make him worry about you now, his health will only get worse."
Isaac's heart clenched, his fists tight by his sides, his face dark and full of pain and struggle.
"I just wanna spend more time with Nora," he said, his voice cracking.
Harold tried to comfort him, "It's enough that you feel that way. Nora knows. You don't have to camp out at the cemetery.
"And who knows, maybe Nora's spirit is hanging out with you right now. Just stay home and do your thing."
Isaac lowered his eyes, his lips pale.
He thought Harold was talking nonsense.
Her spirit came back with him? No way!
But for a split second, he wished ghosts were real.
If they were, maybe he could see Nora again.
Isaac finally gave up on going to the cemetery.
But he was still down, drowning in sorrow.
Harold could see the lack of will to live in Isaac.
He was scared Isaac might do something crazy, so he told Wesley to keep a close eye on him.
Harold stayed with Isaac all day until his family called, and he had to bounce.
After Harold left, Isaac went back to his room. He wanted to find something, anything, that reminded him of Nora.
But ever since Nora divorced him and moved out, her traces in the house had faded.
Especially after Kalista moved in, it was like Nora had never been there.
Isaac searched their old room but found nothing. Panic set in, a suffocating pain rising in his chest.
He clutched the remaining ashes in his palm, calling out in utter despair, "Nora! Nora, please come back. Let's start over. This time I'm not lying. I beg you, come back to me. Don't leave me alone. How can I live without you? How can I go on?" Isaac cried, sitting on the floor by the window, tears streaming down his face.
When Nora first passed away, he was in a daze, his mind blank.
But as time went on, when he couldn't see her anymore, when his calls went unanswered, he realized she was gone for good.
The girl he loved was gone forever.
It felt like his bones were being pulled out inch by inch, each inch taking bloody flesh with it, causing unbearable pain.
Isaac wanted to pull himself together to protect what Nora valued and the people she cared about. But he couldn't.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Nora committing suicide in front of him.
Isaac started drinking heavily, using alcohol to numb the pain. No one could get through to him.
Half a month after Nora's death, Mortimer left Aridonia. He took a private jet to Drakonia.
After the plane landed, he took a car to a castle.
Dozens of servants came out to greet him.
Mortimer walked into the villa, and a royal physician greeted him, "Prince Mortimer."
Mortimer nodded and went straight upstairs, the royal physician trailing behind him.
Mortimer entered a room.
Several servants were carefully attending to someone in the room.
On the large bed in the center of the room lay a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor, quietly resting.
Mortimer quickly walked to the bedside and gently touched the woman's face.
"Nora, I'm here," said Mortimer.
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