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Chapter 213
Chapter 213
Chapter 213 You are the only relative, don’t do stupid things
Jean ate a few mouthfuls, put down his chopsticks, picked up the file bag and handed it to Carley.
“Sister Carley, here is all my real estate, and I have transferred it all to your name.”
“In addition to the non-real estate, I also transferred it to your bank account. You can check the exact amount yourself when the time comes.”
“Don’t do that night job in the future. Take care of yourself and don’t get too tired.”
The more Carley listened, the more he felt like he was saying his last words, and he felt very uneasy: “What are you going to do?”
Jean raised the corners of her lips and smiled calmly: “Don’t worry, I just promised Jenny to take good care of you, but you also know that I have to manage Smith, so I don’t have time to see you, the only All I can do is give you as much money as possible.”
After he finished speaking, a look of guilt appeared in his eyes: “I should have taken good care of you when I returned to Smith, but I lost my memory and caused you and Jenny to suffer for five years…”
He sent someone to check. Jenny not only sold herself to pay for the operation for him, but also borrowed 200,000 from Wayne International for the follow-up treatment.
In the past five years, she has been in debt and has been thrifty, and she is often reluctant to spend money.
Carley, on the other hand, sells alcohol day and night in the nightclub, and is often bullied by some vulgar customers.
He had promised as a child that he would be the head of the family and take care of them when he grew up, but he broke his promise.
Every time he thought of this, he felt so guilty that he couldn’t sleep at
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night, wishing he could go back to the past and slap himself hard.
Carley didn’t care about this, and comforted him, “Even if you didn’t return to Smith, Jenny and I have hands and feet, and I wouldn’t let you take care of them.”
After she finished speaking, she handed the file bag back to Jean: “So, take these things back. I can earn them myself.”
But Jean couldn’t refuse and said, “Miss Carley, you can accept it, and treat it as me making up for the regrets of the past few years.”
Carley didn’t know how to answer his words. He was hesitating how to refuse him when he got up to leave.
“Where are you going?”
Jean looked back at Carley and smiled at her: “I’m going to visit her in the cemetery.”
For some reason, Carley felt uneasy seeing this smile.
She watched his leaving back, and blurted out: “Hill, you are my only relative in this world, don’t do anything stupid.”
When Jean heard this, her eyes turned red, and she almost shed tears, but she didn’t look back, she just raised her hand and waved at Carley.
It seemed to be telling her, don’t worry, Miss Carley, but he left without looking back…
Jean bought a bouquet of chrysanthemums and came to the cemetery
Before he walked over, he saw a tall figure kneeling in front of the tombstone in the distance.
The man’s hair was disheveled, his face was so pale that there was no blood, and he was so haggard that Jean almost didn’t recognize him.
He thought Shaun was going to say something to Jennifer, so he stopped.
But after waiting for a long time, he didn’t speak, just stared at the posthumous photo, watching quietly
Jean picked up his pace, walked over, and placed the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone.
Sensing that someone was coming, Shaun’s eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn’t look up, as if he knew who was coming.
The two men stood in front of the tombstone like that, looking at the posthumous photos, they didn’t speak to each other, and they didn’t hate each other enough to drive him away.
After a long silence, Jean spoke first: “Do you love her?” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.
Shaun felt a pain in his heart, as if he was wrapped in some regret, making him fall into an abyss and unable to extricate himself.
He raised his trembling hand and pressed hard on his right wrist until blood came out, and he felt a little better.
Seeing the wound on his wrist, Jean seemed to understand something: “It seems that you love her…”
Shaun still pursed his thin lips and did not reply, but the hand pressing his right wrist became more and more forceful.
Jean glanced at him, didn’t stop him from hurting himself, but continued
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