CHAPTER 139: CHAPTER 139: MEMORIES (39)

"She’s downstairs, we’ll return to Cloudsea City tonight."

"What’s your relationship with her?" Charles Shaw asked.

Ethan Harper: "You’ll find out later."

"No matter what," Charles Shaw said urgently, "I beg you to take good care of her."

"Beg?" Ethan Harper sneered at these two words, "In what capacity? As her former brother."

Charles Shaw frowned.

"I will take good care of her."

Ethan Harper took out a bank card and handed it to him.

Charles Shaw said, "What do you mean?"

"You’ve already guessed, haven’t you? This is from Florence, the money inside is hers, there’s over seven hundred thousand in the card."

"My father died in a car accident, the other driver was fatigued and paid a lot of compensation, it’s enough."

"Are you sure it’s enough?" Ethan Harper asked him.

Charles Shaw didn’t answer again.

Chemotherapy is a long-term treatment process, and Amelia Linney’s current condition is unstable. The backbone of the family is gone, even if Charles Shaw studies and earns money on the side, that little bit of money is insignificantly small in the face of illness.

Ethan Harper spoke, "No matter what, you were once family, and for the sake of your mother’s illness, you cannot let feelings of guilt and remorse stop you from accepting this money. Besides, Florence hopes for your well-being too, she hopes for the day when her mother can recover, and by then, anything is possible."

The meaning in Ethan Harper’s words was impossible for Charles Shaw not to understand.

On the day their mother gets better, perhaps they will really have a way to make it up to Florence Fuller.

In the end, Charles Shaw still reached out and took it.

Ethan Harper pressed the elevator button, "The password is four ones."

"Tell her thanks and that I’m sorry."

"I think she doesn’t want to hear your apologies, I’ll pass on the thanks to her, and additionally, I hope you have a bright future and everything goes smoothly."

After speaking, Ethan Harper entered the elevator.

Charles Shaw smiled and said thank you.

"Brother, brother!" Evelyn Shaw came over, noticing he was holding something.

"Hmm."

"What’s this?" Evelyn Shaw asked.

Charles Shaw showed it to her.

A bank card!

"Given by that man."

"It’s from Florence." Charles Shaw held the card, "He conveyed Florence’s wishes."

"We’ve already wronged Florence enough, how can we..." Evelyn Shaw choked up, not knowing what to say.

Charles Shaw thought of what Ethan Harper had just said.

"Florence hopes we are all well." He looked at his sister, "We must be well, that way, perhaps, she will also be happy."

Tears rolled down Evelyn Shaw’s face.

This home has long been shattered.

Florence Fuller’s wait was anxious and uneasy.

Seeing Ethan Harper come out, she hurried over, "How is it? How’s my mom? Has she woken up?"

"She woke up, when I got there she was having breakfast, your brother and sister were taking care of her, she looked alright."

Florence Fuller was very nervous, "You didn’t lie to me, did you?"

Ethan Harper looked at her seriously, "You don’t believe me."

Florence Fuller breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good then, as long as she’s fine, the card, did he accept it?"

"He accepted it, your father’s car accident death was due to the other driver’s fatigue, Charles Shaw said they got a lot in compensation, but he still took it."

"Did he say anything else?"

Ethan Harper: "Thank you."

"That’s it?" Florence Fuller was surprised, "I thought with his personality being so like dad’s, he wouldn’t accept the money at all, and just keep saying our family wronged you, can’t face taking your money."

"Maybe it’s different." Ethan Harper held his hand, "Or maybe he’s waiting, for the day when you can reconcile."

Florence Fuller smiled, "Then I must wait for that day."

Ethan Harper: "You will."

The two walked out of the hospital, one tall, one short, holding hands.

"I also want to visit Westhill Cemetery."

"There’s still time, I’ll take you there."

They reached Westhill Cemetery, this time Ethan Harper didn’t accompany Florence Fuller to the gravestone, he waited for her on a path in the distance, at this time, Florence Fuller needed to be alone there.

He couldn’t hear what Florence Fuller said, but seeing her wiping her tears made his heart ache.

But the death of a loved one, she had to come to terms with and heal her own heart.

The only thing he could do was always be by her side.

The wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, Florence Fuller’s long hair flew, she put her hat back on and walked towards Ethan Harper.

Ethan Harper extended his hand, and Florence Fuller reached out her hand.

"Florence, in the future, I can still accompany you here."

Florence Fuller’s swollen eyes still glistened with tears, "Okay."

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Ethan Harper messaged Abigail Monrose about Florence’s situation.

As soon as Abigail Monrose got home, she saw Florence Fuller’s eyes were red and swollen, feeling both heartache and distress, a thousand words welled up in her heart, finally turning into a hug as she embraced Florence Fuller.

"Florence, you must believe, Aunt Monrose, everything will get better."

Florence Fuller buried her face in Abigail Monrose’s shoulder, "I know, Aunt Monrose."

"Good child."

Eighteen-year-old Florence Fuller had grown up and lost something as well.

She followed Ethan Harper intensely studying business knowledge, she had a strong purpose.

During that time, Ethan Harper rarely saw a smile on Florence Fuller’s face, the once lively and clever girl seemed to have been stripped of joy, often lost in thought when alone.

She needed time to come out of it.

Abigail Monrose and Ethan Harper created a good environment, neither of them disturbed Florence Fuller, often leaving her time to be alone.

Until it was almost time for school to start again, Ethan Harper took Florence Fuller hiking.

The weather wasn’t very good on the day of the hike.

Just as they reached the foot of the mountain, the sun that had come out was covered by a mass of dark clouds, seeming like it could rain at any moment.

Florence Fuller got out of the car and checked the weather forecast, which showed rain.

"Still want to climb?" she asked.

Ethan Harper took out his bag, "Want to head back?"

Florence Fuller didn’t say anything.

Ethan Harper put on his bag, took her bag, and looked at her, "It’s okay, you can wait for me in the car."

Florence Fuller looked at him, then climbed into the car.

Ethan Harper put down her bag and looked at her, "If you’re hungry, have some snacks first, remember to lock the door, call me if anything happens, I’ll try to come back quickly."

Florence Fuller nodded.

Ethan Harper closed the car door and headed towards the steps.

The steps were made of piled stones, and this area at the mountain’s base was bamboo forest.

Not many people came to hike here today, Ethan Harper climbed a short distance, encountering a few people here and there.

Climbing further, he reached a resting pavilion and took a few photos to send to Florence Fuller, the sky remained heavily clouded, and it hadn’t rained yet.

People nearby were saying, "I estimate this rain may not come down."

"Not necessarily, if it’s going to rain, it might start any time, and judging by these clouds, it could be a torrential downpour."

"Did you bring raincoats?"

"No, we were told it wouldn’t rain when we left."