A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 198

Chapter 198 A Kiss

Darlene did not turn around. She was not interested in why Avery needed tranquilizers, and she no longer cared about his current physical condition.

After pausing for a moment, she continued to walk in, pretending that she had

not heard Cyrus‘ request.

As she walked past the iron gate in the front yard, Cyrus suddenly knelt behind her and said in a deep voice, “I am not qualified to force you to make a choice, but this time, Mr. Gallard’s condition is really bad.”

“Mr. Gallard has forgotten all the things that he did. He suddenly faced so much evidence and the self that was completely different from the one in his memory. It’s difficult for him to accept these things.

“I only hope you can take a look at him and comfort him so that he can go through it.”

Seeing that Darlene still did not turn around, Cyrus raised his voice somewhat eagerly. “Mr. Gallard hurt you. The Gallard family, including me, also hurt

you.

“But Mr. Gallard’s current mood is really bad. The doctor said that if this went on, something would happen. I can only shamelessly beg you to see him.”

Darlene turned around. An old man was kneeling in front of her. It was impossible for her to be unmoved.

However, her voice was still cold and distant. “Cyrus, you know best how

much effort I put in to leave him. You also know best how much pain I suffered

because of him.

“It is not that I am ruthless. Reality does not allow me to be soft–hearted at all. Cyrus, you forced me like this just to humiliate yourself. A person like him is not worthy of you doing this.”

Cyrus said sadly, “Back then, Mr. Gallard did something wrong to you. It was

all because he was deceived by Vivian.

“Now, Vivian is already living a life worse than death. After Mr. Gallard learned the truth, he tortured her and no longer had any feelings for her.

“It was also because of his love for you. He hoped that he could make it up to you and make you feel better.”

Cyrus was anxious to defend Avery. “Ever since his mother passed away, Mr. Gallard has not been treated well by anyone.

“His father does not love him. His grandfather just wants to train him as a tool to manage the company and control him.

“In those years, Mr. Gallard always thought that you treated him well because you wanted the money of the Gallard family. He thought you wanted to curry favor with him to get benefits. That was why he was so wary of you and hostile to you. Yet he is really grateful to you and cares about you.” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Darlene sneered, “He is grateful to me and cares about me? Cyrus, tell me. What has he done to show his gratitude to me and concern for me over these

years?

“When he was paralyzed in bed, I took care of him for a year. In return, I got his indifference for two years. When he was in a wheelchair, I took care of him for another year. In return, I was injured in the

middle of the night by him and got six stitches in the emergency room.

“Finally, I thought I would no longer suffer, but in the end, the child was

gone,

and both Nigel and I were almost killed by him.”

There was only indifference in her eyes as Darlene looked at Cyrus. She said sarcastically, “Cyrus, tell me. What is gratitude? And what is care? What can be considered his compensation?

“You said that no one loved Avery and that he was pitiful, but he has a family. You are just a butler, and you are willing to kneel down and plead for him.

“Cyrus, he is not pitiful. All these years, the pitiful person has always been me. All of you are advising me to forgive him, but no one ever tried to persuade him to let me go back then.”

Cyrus was speechless. After a while, he said, “Ms. Garcia, Gallard really cares about you. At this point, he really knows that he was wrong. After all, he…”

“Enough,” Darlene interrupted him. Even though she tried to calm down, she almost lost control of her emotions.

She took a deep breath, her nails sinking into her palms. She slowed down her breathing and turned around.

“There’s no need to say anything else. Cyrus, I know what you want to say, but I won’t listen. It’s cold outside. You should go back early. Keep your knees warm. I’ve said I won’t go see him, and I won’t change my mind.”

She went straight inside. Cyrus wanted to stop her, but he was not so thick–skinned and could not say a word.

Darlene walked inside. When she went up the steps, she saw Gustave leaning against the door.

Her expression froze for a moment, and she subconsciously looked back. Cyrus had already stood up and was about to turn to leave.

There was no doubt that Gustave saw Cyrus.

Darlene walked over. Gustave suddenly said, “Have you thought it through?”

Darlene nodded. She didn’t know whether he was sober or not, but she replied

seriously, “Yes. I won’t see him.”

Gustave was reeking of alcohol. Darlene couldn’t tell if she was talking to him or herself.

She wanted to enter the door, but Gustave stood at the door and looked down

at her, not wanting to move aside.

Not only did he not let her go, but he also took a step closer to her. They were so close that she felt pressured.

Darlene subconsciously took a step back. She couldn’t go in, so she found a reason to go out. “I forgot about the hangover medicine for you. I saw that there was a self–service shopping machine not far away from the villa. I will go buy it for you now.”

Just as she turned around and was in a hurry to go down the stairs, she was pulled back by the arm, uncontrollably falling on him.

In a panic, she immediately pushed Gustave away and took two steps back.

Gustave looked very unhappy. When he spoke, Darlene even heard a trace of grievance in his tone. He had never revealed such an emotion before.

“I don’t cook well. I can learn. Next time, you don’t have to lock me outside

the kitchen.”

Darlene’s mind was blank, and she answered in confusion, “Everyone has their own strengths. Mr. Walpole, you don’t need to feel inferior because of

this.”

She hurriedly corrected herself. “I mean, your cooking skills are not bad.”

Gustave took another step forward. He stretched out his hand and encircled

her against the door. Because he had drunk too much wine, his eyes seemed

misty. He stared straight at Darlene’s face.

“Who is better, me or Dr. Elicott?”

His hot breath approached her. Darlene was in a daze.

She was eager to leave when Gustave, who had trapped her, suddenly kissed her. Just as Darlene instinctively turned her head to avoid him, his lips landed

on her cheek.

Darlene had just returned from the snow, and her body was still cold. When

the warm lips touched her face, her mind was in a mess.

Gustave seemed crazy rather than drunk. After she dodged, he laughed softly,

“Aurora, could it be you think Avery is better?”