Chapter 338
It was said that the rain fell the entire night.
The once–bustling crowd, which had flowed in like a rushing tide, now retreated just as swiftly, leaving behind only silence. They came quickly, and they left quickly.
According to the preacher who called the police, three people had stood in the rain throughout the night–one standing, one kneeling, and another who seemed to have lost an arm, lying motionless on the ground.
When the ambulance finally arrived, only two people were left.
The severed limb of the third was nowhere to be found, and despite a full search effort, even combing the mountain top to bottom, no trace of the missing arm was found.
Instead, they discovered Stellan, washed down the cliff by the torrential rain.
His body, along with the crate he was trapped in, was caught by a branch–but he was unconscious.
In the space of consciousness. Elysia spoke slowly, still not quite accustomed to the normal pace of speech. “So this is your plan? Trapping me here?”
Star, unsure whether Elysia was angry, cautiously slipped into her embrace, resting her small head against Elysia’s chest. In her memories, she had always been this way, leaning against her mother.
“Please don’t be mad at me…” Elysia used the playful, soft tone from her memories, even planting a kiss on her cheek. Before Star could react, she quickly lowered her head in embarrassment.
To her surprise, it worked. Elysia’s body softened, and her voice became gentler. “But you guys blew up my mainframe. Shouldn’t I be angry?”
“Yeah, Melissa said that if we did this, we could be together forever. I just love you so much… Isn’t that a mistake?”
Star’s eyes looked up at her with a hurt expression, much like a puppy abandoned by its owner, never looking away from Elysia.
Elysia sighed in resignation and shook her head. “Fine, fine, I get it. You’re easy to fool. But let Melissa come and explain it to me.”
Star’s eyes lit up, and a sweet smile spread across her face. But if one looked closely, there was a flicker of mischief in her gaze.
Melissa probably wouldn’t be coming back.
Since she chose to block the main brain, she would have to face the consequences. This world would be left with just her and her master…
There were still two annoying pests trapped here.
Elysia seemed to realize this, and in the next moment, she appeared in another space.
“Leaving Star to flop onto the couch, irritated, hopping to her feet in frustration.
In the pure white space, Karen had been sitting on the ground for who knows how long. Her once elegant, aristocratic demeanor had shattered the moment she met Rupert. After a violent struggle, she now looked completely disheveled.
When a familiar figure appeared before her, she mistook it for a hallucination and rubbed her eyes.
But as the figure drew closer, a shadow fell over her.
“Elysia? Is that you?” Karen looked up, stunned, blinking her eyes rapidly.
Her legs, unsteady after sitting for so long, almost gave way, but she pushed herself to stand. Without a word, she wrapped her arms tightly around Elysia.
Unfortunately, there was no reciprocation–only a stiff, unyielding form.
This made Karen panic. She quickly pulled away, her voice trembling. “Elysia, Elysia, are you… mad at me? I’m sorry, I’ve neglected you all these years, leaving you all alone…”
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Chapter 338
Elysia raised her arms, gently hugging Karen for a moment, then whispered in her ear, “I know.”
She knew that Karen hadn’t meant to ignore her, but rather had simply been indifferent. Elysia had no right to demand that she always be cared for.
Besides, Karen had given her thirty million dollars once–that was enough.
Karen smiled through her tears. She knew she had no right to expect Elysia’s forgiveness, but at least… she didn’t hate her.
But what she didn’t understand was why Elysia felt so cold, like a stranger.
Fear and panic swept over Karen like a tidal wave. In a frantic motion, she pushed Elysia away, shouting, “You shouldn’t be here! Go back, back to the real world! This place is not for you!”
Ever since she witnessed what had happened to Valerie, Karen had believed that this must be the so–called “death’s waiting room.” Here, one was judged–either heaven or hell. Only those close to death arrived in this place.
“I can’t leave,” Elysia answered honestly.
The last part of the sentence hit Karen like a sledgehammer, and the tears that had dried up poured back out again.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Valerie… It was my fault. I’m sorry, Elysia…”
Karen broke down completely. She never thought that someone so young, with such a bright future, would end up in this place.
Her sobs left Elysia at a loss for words. After a long pause, she spoke gently. “Don’t cry, Grandma. I may be gone, but you’re still here. I’ll send you back…”
Without waiting for Karen’s widened eyes or the outstretched arms, Elysia pushed her away with a firm motion. Her body floated effortlessly into the air and, in the next instant, she disappeared.
“Elysia!” Karen cried out from the hospital bed. But when she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jackson, his face filled with relief.
“Darling… you’re awake. I almost thought… I thought I’d never see you again.”
He reached to embrace her, but was met with a firm push. Karen demanded, “Where is my Elysia? Where is my granddaughter?”
The elderly man, whose eyes had just sparkled with hope, instantly slumped. His nose stung with a bitter pang, torn between the pain for his granddaughter and the worry for his wife.
He wanted to hide the truth, but he knew Karen’s nature–lying or withholding would only make things worse.
Taking a deep breath, Jackson finally spoke, his voice heavy with sorrow, “She’s gone… She’s really gone.”
But he… had come back.
“Why… Why wasn’t it me? God, why is this so unfair-”
Karen let out a long, painful wail, the grief overwhelming her, causing her to lose consciousness again. Her cars echoed with the words Elysia had spoken just before she left.
And it was from that moment on that Karen realized–Elysia had saved her. The little time she had left would forever be consumed by guilt and regret.
Jackson, too, would follow soon after, consumed by his own feelings of guilt for his wife and daughter.
As for the Drayton Group’s estate, on his deathbed, Jackson bought a star named after him and Karen.
Ever
