Its Too Late To Forgive

Chapter 90: 89. WHO BETRAYED HIS LOVE!!...

Mr. Shaw was a very dedicated and obedient. He waited outside the corridor, three or four meters away from the door.

As soon as Carson left the room, he looked at Mr Shaw and spoke with his expressionless face,

“Follow me.”

Mr. Shaw hesitated for a moment, but the figure passing by him never stopped. Mr. Shaw took a look in the direction of his young master’s bedroom, gritted his teeth, and immediately turned around to follow Carson.

“Dr. Carson Sir, where are we going?”

Mr. Shaw followed Carson down the stairs until they reach Henry's personal wine cellar.

Carson very well knew his friend's taste in wine and more than that he knew which wine goes well with what mood. He did not hesitate at all, strode to the last row of wine racks, one bottle, two bottles, three bottles… He picked up one bottle of wine from the wine rack and threw it into the arms of Mr. Shaw. He kept throwing the bottle in his arms until the butler couldn’t take anymore, so Carson took another four bottles of wine on his own, and left without saying a word.

The two returned to the Henry's room. Carson kicked open the bedroom door and threw the wine bottle in his arms on the bed. His actions were very rude and he didn’t care whether such actions would damage these bottles of wine which were of thousand of bucks.

“Mr. Shaw please put them down and leave.”

“But Dr. Carson sir, young master is already…”

“Put down the drinks and go out. If something goes wrong, I will be responsible. If he is dead then I will be buried along with him too.” Carson looked at Mr. Shaw in a very cold manner. Butler Shaw gritted his teeth and sweat dripped from his forehead. He was responsible only for Henry Jackson's orders. He was still worried about his young master.

When Carson saw this, he didn’t say much. He stretched out his hand and took the wine bottles out of the arms of Mr. Shaw and threw them on the mattress. The wine bottles collided and made noise, which could easily make people feel frightened.

Mr. Shaw wanted to say something but Carson pushed him out of the bedroom. Before Mr. Shaw could react, with a “bang”, the door was closed in front of his face mercilessly.

In the bedroom, Carson with a cold face, silently picked up two bottles of wine from the bed, unscrewed the lid of the bottle, stretched out his hand, and handed a bottle to Henry, who was sitting on the bedside decadently,

“Come, I’ll drink with you.”

However the man sitting under the bed, seemingly unheard, kept looking at his hand. Carson narrowed his eyes and stood next to the man almost kicking him with his toes,

"Come on.. Drink up!!!!"

If this was done in the past by Carson, he would have surely be beaten up by Henry black and blue. Not on Henry, who was so prideful and overbearing but no normal man would have excepted this insulting behavior to be poked by the heel.

.... now as Henry did not react to this insult, Carson heart twisted painfully in his chest.

'Was this really his Henry Jackson?

Since when did this man who looked down on everyone like an emperor became like this?'

"Henry.... Henry Jackson!!

Where's your pride?

your guts??

your confidence???

Where have they gone????

The Henry Jackson I know is cool and distant, powerful and confident, determined and unbeatable.

Where has he gone?

Where has that Henry gone??"

Carson was quite for a minute but spoke again...

"Who is this drunkard I'm looking at now?"

"Me.......

I'm a person WHO BETRAYED HIS LOVE!!...

I betrayed the woman who loved me the most!!...

I betrayed my own feelings for her!!..."

"Alright.. get up! Get up and You know what let's prepare your jet and go somewhere.

Like a bachelor's weekend getaway, you , me and Kevin. It doesn't matter where to go.

I mean... May be! May be if faith is on your side.. you two might bump into eachother!!

You unexpectedly did almost 4 years back now..., didn't you??

Faith will bring two people, who love eachother so much, together again right??"

"Hmmmm ~~ no, no it won't..... She won't ever meet me again..."

The dejected man looked at the piece of paper in his hand blankly and murmured to himself,

"She left... She ran away from me.. She hates me, I know that.

She hates me..."

As he muttered, he grabbed one of the opened bottles, raised it high. Throwing his head back, he tried to pour the wine into his mouth. The bottle was held sky - high but no more wine flowed out. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

The man continued to keep the bottle held high but not a single drop of wine came our further,

"Where's the wine?

Where the fuck is the fine ??

Why doesn't it come down....???"

Carson looked at the man on the floor. His own eyes and heart where in pain seeing his friend almost turning into a living ghost.

Carson eyes feel on the piece of paper which was held in Henry's hand,

'Bella, you thought it's a simple letter you left behind for this man but you surely didn't realize that it's not just a letter but his death warrant. You wrote everything in it... from your feelings, your sufferings,

your sadness but did you even think once what will happen to him when he will read it?

This letter is nothing but a proof of his guilt and order of his torturous death! It's like thousand blades carved up into his heart!!'

Carson had always seen Henry. A proud, overbearing, powerful and rational person but he has never dreamt of seeing him like this when be has lost all his qualities. Carson’s heart was torn into pieces. Since childhood he has never seen him like this except when Henry lost his mother.

'Who? Who stole your pride and power??' The answer was clear that it was - Bella Evans!!

Carson left the room without saying a single word further. Outside, as expected, Mr. Shaw was waiting for his young master. Carson saw him and smiled faintly and spoke,

"Just make him some sober up soup and nothing else. And if anything happens then call me immediately."