Chapter 5
A few days after the welcome banquet, I went to Sterling Group to discuss a
collaboration.
Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Lucas casually snatch a file from Alistair’s
hand.
“Alistair, your leg hasn’t healed yet.”
“You should be at the hospital recovering–I’ve got things covered here.”
“If Grandpa could see you now, it would break his heart.”
“Even at the very end, he was still waiting for you.”
His voice carried a faint note of regret and beneath it, a thin, hidden smile as he drew
out every word.
“You came back too late, Alistair.”
Alistair’s gaze went cold. He let out a scoff.
“What, afraid I’ll come back and take your place?”
Lucas shrugged casually, spreading his hands.
“The position’s right here. Whoever takes it, gets it.”
In truth, the two were almost evenly matched in ability.
But since childhood, Harold Sterling had favored Alistair the most.
While he was alive, Alistair had been the undisputed heir,
But now he was gone, and Alistair had been gone for four years.
Time had shifted. Nothing was certain now.
I walked past them, my gaze briefly drifting over the slight limp in Alistair’s right leg.
In my last life, I forced him to come back.
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After that, I searched everywhere for top doctors. I did everything I could to fix his leg.
Back then, the doctor had said, “Any later, and the bone would have necrosed past the
point of saving.”
Now he’d come back a full year later. I didn’t know if it was already too late.
After wrapping up the meeting, I left the building and saw Alistair waiting downstairs.
His gaze locked onto me immediately.
“You already knew, didn’t you?”
I stopped walking, tilted my head slightly to look at him, and answered calmly with a faint smile.
“Yes. I already knew. But I told you before, Alistair.”
A year ago, when I found him on the island, I had said it to him many times.
That his grandfather was critically ill.
That his brother would seize everything that was rightfully his.
That everyone was waiting for him to come home.
And at the time, all he had said, completely indifferent. “What does that have to do with me?”
“The only thing I care about is Serena.”
Back then, he refused to believe me because he wanted to stay with Serena.
Now he had returned, only to save her mother.
I found it baffling–why he was looking at me with that accusing tone now.
So I simply reminded him, “You said it yourself, Alistair. You didn’t care.”
In the silence that followed, he suddenly let out a cold laugh.
“When you were on that island, you made it sound like what we had meant everything.”
Chapter 5
My Passion
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“And now? Barely a year later…” He let out a cold, cutting laugh.
“Celestine, so much for your so–called love.”
Before I could answer, a voice rang out from nearby. “Alistair!”
Serena hurried over. She glanced at me, then took his arm and smiled at him.
“My mom woke up. She said she’s really grateful to you.”
Alistair’s expression softened instantly. He glanced at me briefly, then lowered his gaze to her.
“It’s the least I could do. Your family is my family. And… You saved me once, too.”
Serena’s smile froze for a split second.
I had no interest in watching their display of mutual devotion.
As I turned to leave, I tossed back just one line–my answer to him.
“Fate is fickle. So is the human heart.”
So my love was never that deep.
Now I looked forward to seeing theirs.
Serena’s mother had already woken up after surgery.
Soon enough, it would be his turn–to get his memory back too.
