CHAPTER 773: CHAPTER 773: I KEEP YOU IN MY HEART

In the living room, Tristan Keating looked at Ronan Keating and asked coldly, "What exactly is going on? That girl, she is..."

Ronan Keating’s face was somber as he nodded and said, "That’s right, she is my sister. As for why things turned out this way, I don’t know either."

"Then whose daughter is Giselle?"

Ronan Keating shook his head, how would he know, this was something he wanted to ask Tristan Keating.

"Then it seems we’ll have to wait until Eleanor Sterling comes out to ask her."

...

When Eleanor Sterling woke up, she saw Alaric Faulkner keeping watch by her side, his eyes were bloodshot, looking as if he’d been crying.

She was initially angry, but seeing him like this, suddenly all her anger dissipated.

Alaric Faulkner looked at Eleanor Sterling and softly spoke, "Eleanor."

Eleanor Sterling gritted her teeth, "Do you think you’re so great, don’t you? Do you think you’re noble? Have you ever asked me what I want? Did you marry Giselle Keating to disgust me?"

Eleanor Sterling’s words came out like rapid-fire bullets, showing just how angry she was.

Alaric Faulkner, like a student who had done something wrong being scolded by a teacher, obediently listened to Eleanor Sterling’s words without retorting even once.

Eleanor Sterling couldn’t contain her anger, she sat up and punched him, "Speak!"

"Eleanor, I’m sorry, I know what I’m doing, I just don’t want you to die."

Upon hearing this, Eleanor Sterling’s face was covered in tears.

Alaric Faulkner didn’t want her to die, so he endured grievances just to get her the antidote.

He was such a smart person, yet he was so obediently controlled by Franklin Faulkner, didn’t he know that after this incident, Franklin would make him do other things?

He could never let Alaric Faulkner succeed.

If that’s the case, then before dying, drag Franklin Faulkner into hell with him, let him be buried together!

This was Eleanor Sterling’s thought, and it was her personality, not dragging things out at all.

Seeing Eleanor Sterling crying so sadly, Alaric Faulkner couldn’t help but step forward and hug her tightly, and only now did he feel that perhaps he had really made a mistake.

Maybe dying together with Eleanor Sterling wouldn’t be so bad.

Leaning in his arms, Eleanor Sterling’s tears couldn’t stop; she sobbed, "Is your brain made of pig fat? You’re doing whatever people tell you to do, don’t you consider the consequences?"

Alaric Faulkner smiled faintly, "The consequence is that I fortunately obtained the antidote, and then you survive."

Eleanor Sterling clutched his shirt, "And what about you? I survive, and you can just die? Do you know, if you die, I don’t want to live alone either, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Alaric Faulkner lowered his head and blocked her mouth.

He wouldn’t allow it; he would find any way to obtain the antidote.

Eleanor Sterling must live.

Alaric Faulkner held her face, gently kissing her tear-stained cheeks dry.

After a moment, he released Eleanor Sterling and softly said, "Eleanor, I miss you, all the time I miss you, I was so happy when you appeared."

"What if I hadn’t appeared? Would you have completed the wedding with Giselle Keating? Where do you place me?"

Alaric Faulkner took her hand, placing it over his heart.

Eleanor Sterling felt that faintly beating heart, and the warmth of his palm.

"I place you in my heart."

Alaric Faulkner softly said, "I didn’t register a marriage with Giselle Keating, little Star and little Yi helped, it was all fake."

This Eleanor Sterling had already heard, but now hearing Alaric Faulkner explain it to her, she felt much happier.