Chapter 489 Aaron exclaimed in shock and hurriedly rushed to support him.
âMr. Wilson, you canât let your emotions overwhelm you. Take a moment to relax, or it could trigger your old heart conditionâ
Jason coughed violently twice, thick blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
âSophia, Sophia...â
His murmurs were unconscious, filled with sorrow and bitterness ྠ༠༴ âོ འà¼à½à½½à¼
Especially seeing Sophia nestled obediently in Oliverâs arms, glaring at him with indifference, deepened his despair.
Like a sharp ice blade, her cold and distant gaze carried a ruthless edge that seemed to pierce his soul, tearing him apart.
He could no longer see any trace of himself reflected in her cold eyes.
Once, within those shimmering eyes, it was all about him, only him.
But now, she had completely cast him aside without a hint of nostalgia or reluctance.
âSophia, donât leave... Please, donât leave.â
Aaron couldnât bear to witness Mr. Wilson reveal such a vulnerable and helpless demeanor.
In his memory. Jason once wielded great power, strategizing in boardrooms, being decisive in business, and commanding in the business world.
He was a leader among men, possessing wealth, status, influence, and charisma, standing atop the pyramid and looking down on others.
But his emotional blind spots led him astray. In years past, he failed to heed his own heart, inflicting deep wounds upon Sophia.
As a result, he endured five agonizing years of remorse.
Five years!
Over 1,800 days and nights, haunted by the grief of losing his wife and children, hadnât he suffered enough to atone for his sins?
Must they truly drive him to his breaking point before relenting?
He raised his gaze toward Sophia, nestled in Oliverâs embrace, and pleaded Mrs. Wilson, Mr. Wilson once took multiple stabs to his chest to save you. You know how grievously he was wounded. I beg you, please donât provoke him further. Given his current condition, he canât withstand any more blows.â
Sophia emerged from Oliverâs embrace, her gaze fixed on Jasonâs heart, harboring a dark intensity, She knew well the severity of his wounds from five years ago.
But that didnât mean past grievances could be forgotten âWell, you canât take it anymore? Yet, didnât I endure five years of agony? Especially in those last two months before my staged death. I was coughing up blood every few days. Did he show any mercy thent You reap what you sow. This is his karma.
Shouldnât he bear it?
I didnât send him into anotherâs bed, nor did I force him to kneel. Considering what he did to me, Iâve already shown more mercy deserved.â
After speaking, she buried her face again in Oliverâs embrace, her voice strained as she whispered, âLetâs go.
than he Oliver tightened his arms around her, holding her steady. He kissed her dark hair gently and then turned toward their waiting car Jason tried to follow, but as Aaron pushed to assist him, he coughed up another mouthful of blood, staggering back two steps and falling heavily âMr. Wilson!â Aaron exclaimed in alarm Sophia, leaning against Oliver, heard the cry and her eyes narrowed slightly. Instinctively, she gripped Oliverâs coat tightly.
âWorried about him?â Oliver asked in a low voice.
Sophia quickly released her hold, teasing lightly. âIndeed, worried. If he were to die like this, it would be too Oliver smiled but sand nothing.
oo easy y for han Chapter 489 Was that really the case!
Love so deep, hatred so profound!
Without love, where would hatred come from?
Once inside the car. Sophia struggled out of Oliverâs embrace, nodding slightly.
1 apologa for my earlier outburst. Please donât take it to heartâ
Oliver smiled warmly at her and said, âYouâve been on my mind Sophia liked her head suddenly, meeting his tender, watery eyer.
The Oliver she once he would never have shown such a gaze, Thie_dils baât a joke I can entertain He approached her slowly. Donât you believe me?â