Chapter 25
That day, Natalie had clumsily inserted the wrong needle into Samuel’s hand. After several attempts, the back of his hand became bruised, red, and swollen.
What had he done back then?
He’d actually found her dazed, muddled state a little endearing. And when she tearfully apologized, he’d simply smiled and shrugged it off, telling her to take it
easy.
Since then, he had become mesmerized by her. That was when he started making mistakes after another, and there was no turning back.
But this time, he stared coldly at Natalie as she apologized.
“Get your supervisor here now!” he barked.
Later, the hospital gave her a small compensation and fired her. From that point on, she disappeared completely from his world.
After his IV drip was done, a familiar figure approached him and extended a hand.
“Samuel, let’s go home.”
He looked at Catherine, who was smiling at him, her gaze overflowing with affection. He smiled too.
Then he reached out and took her hand as he stood up.
“Okay. Let’s go home.”
Hand in hand, the two of them walked slowly toward the distant light until their figures faded out of sight.
But back in reality, Samuel stopped breathing. He lay in a pool of blood, while the screams, the sound of the ambulance, and the police sirens faded away… until he could no longer hear anything at all.
When news of Samuel’s death reached Catherine, the bouquet of roses in her hands dropped to the ground.
The scattered red petals shared the same shade with her reddening eyes.
“H–How did it happen?”
On the other end of the line, Frank sighed. “They caught the culprit. It was Natalie.”
After Natalie’s affair was exposed and she got dumped, Samuel still left her an apartment and ten million dollars. With that, she and Agatha could’ve lived comfortably for the rest of their lives.
But he later came back for revenge, stripping her of all those privileges.
And it was then Agatha found out that Natalie was his mistress. She had gotten so furious that she passed away on the spot.
Agatha had been Natalie’s only emotional support. And now that she was gone, Natalie’s world collapsed completely.
She blamed Samuel for everything. In the end, she crashed into his car and killed him.
Samuel died on the spot, and Natalie later took her own life in prison.
After hearing all this from Frank, Catherine stood frozen for a long time.
On the day of Samuel’s burial, it was drizzling. Holding a black umbrella, she stared at the photo on his tombstone.
He had once asked her when they could meet again, and that time, she’d said that they would only meet during his funeral. Little did she imagine those words would come true–he actually died.
He died in the first year of his affair, and in the fifth month after their divorce.
Frank hadn’t wanted her to attend the funeral, but she came anyway. The dead deserve peace, and after all, he once truly loved her.
She thought she should send him off on his final journey. After all, she would no longer meet him again.
Gazing at his tombstone for a long time, she finally turned and walked toward Logan, who was on the verge of fainting from grief.
“Condolences, Mr. Lynch Senior,” she said gently, her head hung low.
Having lost his beloved grandson in his old age, the weight of grief was more than Logan could bear. Still, he mustered his strength to wave at her and silently
shook his head.
Catherine started to head out of the cemetery. In a daze, she thought she heard someone calling her name.
She instinctively turned back–and saw the 22–year–old Samuel waving at her.
“Goodbye, Cathy.”
She smiled and whispered, “Bye, Samuel.”
What was left unsaid was, “Let’s never meet again.”
