Chapter 6
Freddie paused for a moment but didn’t object.
He then casually pulled out a set of keys and tossed them onto the table. “I’ve already bought you a place. You can move out
in the next few days.”
I stared at the keys and smiled wryly within. So, he’d been planning to drive me away all along.
Bianca looked thrilled. She didn’t bother hiding the smugness in her eyes as she grinned at me.
I picked up the keys and glanced toward the garden. “Can I move the white camellia in the courtyard to my new place?”
Freddie frowned. “It’s already March. The flowers will wither soon. There’s no point moving it now. Besides, the flowers will all fall off during the transplant.”
I smiled faintly. “It’ll bloom again next year.”
Even though I wouldn’t be around to see it.
Freddie looked at me deeply and said nothing more.
However, Bianca suddenly chimed in, “Oh my, I’ve heard that camellias symbolize bad luck. The way they drop resembles a decapitation. Should we just dig it up? I want to plant some laurels instead!”
“Then just get rid of it.” Freddie agreed without hesitation.
My heart sank. I quickly tried to stop him. “That’s pure nonsense. Besides, if I take it with me, it won’t even be in your sight!”
“Get rid of it.” His voice was flat and decisive. The look in his eyes felt painfully familiar.
That night, after he had rejected my confession, I cried my heart out and ran to a bar again to drown my sorrows.
Freddie had followed me and brought me home after I cried myself dry.
He looked at me and said, “We’ll only ever be siblings!”
He had the same look in his eyes back then. The intense pressure left me completely speechless.
I stared into his eyes and suddenly realized something.
Maybe Freddie had always known what the camellia meant to me.
Back then, I was still young and dared not confess my feelings. That was why he stayed silent, too.
Now, he was going to get rid of not just the flower, but also the feelings and memories I’d buried deep in my heart.
A wave of sorrow instantly crashed over me. I didn’t care anymore.
In Freddie’s startled gaze, I rushed back to my room and grabbed the diagnosis slip. “Fred, I’ve been diagnosed with late–stage cancer. Can I at least keep the camellia?”
The living room fell into dead silence.
Bianca’s eyes widened. Freddie frowned, his gaze unfathomable.
