His love

“Tis your bright and tiny spark, 

Lights the traveler in the dark…” 

While clutching his phone and singing, Matthew froze. From what he could remember, this was his first time singing “Little Star‘, but he was surprisingly in tune. 

Besides, he did not recall ever having sung such a childish lullaby. Why, then, did the song feel familiar to him, as if he had performed it many times before? The song even evoked sadness in him–a sorrow for someone else. 

In the lights and shadows, he noticed a figure limping toward him and holding onto something. He could not tell if it was a human or a toy. The figure, holding onto the unknown item, repeatedly sang to “Little Star“. His voice overlapped with Matthew’s. 

The happy tune seemed to drop a bomb into his mind, evoking memories buried deep within him. He wanted his memories to resurface amidst a raging headache, but he failed. 

Finally, he finished singing “Little Star–a simple song that depleted all his energy to sing. 

When his singing ceased, Willow returned to reality as well. She beamed brightly at him. “Mr. Mayer, thank you! Thank you for granting Aaron’s final wish. He must be really happy now. Thank you…” 

At that moment, she sensed a strong metallic taste in her throat. She tried her best to cover her mouth, but blood gushed out of her mouth, trickling out of her fingers. The bright red of the blood appeared more horrifying against the backdrop of her pale complexion. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Refusing to show her vulnerability in front of Matthew, she turned around and tried harder to cover her mouth. Alas, the blood wouldn’t stop coming up her throat. Despite her best efforts, blood continued flowing out of her mouth. 

Finally, she groaned and threw up a mouthful of blood. She felt as though she had vomited everything out, yet blood continued to trickle down from the corner of her lips. 

“Willow!” Matthew dashed to her and hugged her tight. He reached out to wipe away her blood, forgetting 

that he was a clean freak. 

Right after he cleaned the corner of her mouth, blood started oozing out from her lips again. The amount. of blood loss made him wonder if she might bleed herself dry. 

Trembling violently, he fell into a panic. He had never experienced this level of panic, not even when he found Wilhelmina lying in her pool of blood after she had fallen from the stairs. 

He hugged Willow’s emaciated, light frame with all his might, yet he could feel her slowly drifting away. She could not possibly lose this much blood from slitting her wrist. 

He suddenly recalled that she had vomited blood when he forced himself on her. At that time, he was hell- bent on taking revenge. Hence, he didn’t pay much attention to her health issues. 

Thinking back, he was riddled with heartache. “Willow, I’ll get you to the hospitall” 

“I don’t want to!” Despite the agonizing pain, Willow remained fully conscious. “I want to go home! I want to look for Mr. Dawson. I’m looking for him…. 

Her remark brought him pain and anger. Why would she still obsess over Kenan when she was in poor health? Was that how much she cared for that guy? 

Matthew forcefully carried her into the car. Then, he stepped on the accelerator, and the Lamborghini sped off. 

“Matthew Mayer, stop the car! I’m getting out!” 

Of course, Matthew would not pull over. However, when he turned around to check on her, he witnessed her trying to open the door. She seemed prepared to jump out of the car if he refused to pull over.