Chapter 1215: A Worthwhile Death
What was supposed to be a cozy dinner for two turned into an awkward meal for four, and man, the vibe at the restaurant got heavy real quick.
Evelyn shot a look across the table at Leonard, the dude who supposedly saved Dermot's life ages ago and should've been six feet under by now.
He and Cassie had this low-key resemblance—bushy brows and wide eyes, the kind of look that'd blend right into a crowd.
"Mr. Doyle," Leonard started, sounding all indifferent, none of that humble bodyguard act anymore.
Dermot smirked a bit; yeah, Leonard had definitely changed.
But Dermot didn't give a damn, leaning back in his chair. "So, what really went down back then?"
"Honestly, even if I don't spill the beans, Mr. Doyle, you'll figure it out soon enough." Dermot hadn't bothered to dig into it before and never thought Leonard was still kicking.
But now, if Dermot wanted to dig, it wouldn't be hard.
Dermot stayed quiet. Sure, he could find out, but he wanted to hear it straight from Leonard. He'd felt guilty for years over Leonard's supposed death.
Leonard took a sip of his drink, then slowly said, "Back then, I was cornered. Couldn't save Cassie, so I had to let you be the hero."
"So you faked your death to save me and then pretended to trust Cassie to me, just so I'd treat her illness?" Dermot asked.
Leonard nodded. With everything out in the open, he had nothing to hide. "Yeah, given the situation, I had no other choice."
"No other choice, huh?" Dermot sneered.
Leonard's face twitched a bit, but he kept his cool. "Mr. Doyle, you know, I used to envy you a lot. Thought you had it all—rich family, everything you could ever want. Meanwhile, I was scraping by like a dog."
"Living like a dog ain't the worst, just tougher and more tiring, but you get by." With that, he took another sip of his drink.
Leonard added, "But life didn't cut me any slack. Cassie got sick, and I couldn't afford her treatment. The Acker family wasn't gonna help. If I didn't figure something out, I'd just have to watch Cassie die."
Cassie started crying as he spoke.
When she found out everything, Cassie had mixed feelings, but mostly she was grateful to her brother.
Without his plan, she wouldn't have had a shot at surviving, let alone staying by Dermot's side all these years.
Dermot stayed silent, not reacting to Leonard's story or Cassie's tears.
"At that moment, I thought, if my death could save Cassie, I'd do it. But what was my life worth?" Leonard went on.
"So I had to choose a death that had value." He looked at Dermot. "Dying to save you, I believed you'd find a way to save her when I trusted Cassie to you."
"And turns out, my plan worked." He tilted his head back and finished his drink.
Dermot took a sip of his drink, feeling the burn in his throat. "Why didn't you just tell me back then? Maybe you didn't have to do this; I might've saved her anyway."
"That's different. Even if you could lend me money, how much could you lend? Could you give me money for a lifetime?" Leonard scoffed. Even if Dermot was willing, he wouldn't want to live like that.
Leonard was already self-conscious about being his subordinate. If he took Dermot's money, he'd feel even more inferior.
But the money he got from dying to save Dermot was different. That was an equal exchange; no one would think Cassie didn't deserve it.
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