NovelStartAlyssa lifted her wrist and checked the time. "I'll eat before we go. I need to recharge. Who knows if there might be a war to fight?" Sean frowned. "Are you sure you want to head there alone, Ms. Alyssa? Aren't you at least going to inform Mr. Beckett so he can keep a lookout for you?" The Ivory might be an organization, but it was actually an organization of outlaws! "Who says that I'll be alone? Colene will be there, won't she?" Alyssa responded casually.
"But..." "Plus, Jasper is occupied. He has other things to attend to." Alyssa's gaze was fiery, and she had a bearing of a sharp-witted commander. "We have to make our moves separately so that The Ivory will not end up in chaos." In the afternoon, Marc was in the VIP ward at the hospital. His sideburns had started to go gray.
He was seated in his bed with his back against the headboard while being hooked onto an IV drip. He had just thrown up the lunch that he had just eaten.
Ever since Nathan was arrested, Marc's aging body took a turn for the worse.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTwo days ago, Colene cback to visit him. They hadn't seen each other in years and weren't the kinds of people who knew how to express their feelings. Both of them sat there quietly.
Neither of them spoke up even after around an hour. It was as if they were competing with each other, creating a childish yet bitter atmosphere.
Finally, Colene broke the silence when Matilda Osborne brought food over. She helped Marc up and fed him.
Colene thought about how Marc used to be high and mighty. Yet, he had cto a point where he was almost losing his ability to feed himself.
Colene could no longer hold it in and burst out in tears.
Matilda sat by Marc's bed and held his dry hands. She choked on her tears. "Mr. Waters, Ms. Colene still cares for you." She was a woman who stayed by Marc's side for half his life. She wasn't his first, but she was his last.
She wasn't given an official status. People from The Ivory addressed her as "Ms. Osborne" whereas Colene would address her politely as "Aunt Tilda".
"That brat... She's been having a good life with Winston." Marc had the usual intimidating expression on his face. However, his eyes becmoist, and his heart was moved.
"What does it matter? Power and reputation cannot be taken with us to the afterlife. So, we don't have to be bothered by other people's opinions of us." Matilda was bright-eyed, and her smile was tender. "The most Veimportant thing is that we live a comfortable and happy life. You might think that they're not a match for one another, but Ms. Colene has been living a happy life. "Plus, despite his age, Winston managed to maintain his youthful look-like a man in his 40s. He's good-looking, rich, and probably the last of his kind. Ms. Colene is the one who scored herself a good catch." Marc clicked his tongue. "You're singing praises about another man even though I'm still right here. Aren't you afraid that I'd lose it?" He made an angry face.
"Look at you. You're already a grown man..." Matilda lifted his rough hand and put d it against her cheek. She rubbed his hand on her cheek gently and continued, "Plus, no matter how kind Winston is, he's not my type. /// love this fearless and manly man of mine." "Let's get married, Matsy," Marc blurted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis eyes were filled with a level of tenderness that was rarely seen. "If... If you don't mind the way I am right now." Matilda was floored. She welled up with tears of surprise and joy.
"Forget it... It's too late." Marc shook his head and smiled bitterly. In a voice laced with remorse and regret, he added, "I don't have long to live. You're still young... You have a whole life ahead of you.
"Just forget that I ever said that." Matilda was so touched that her eyes were filled with tears. Just as she was about to give him her response, a knock sounded at the door.
"Mr. Waters, Schmidt Group's chairman, Mr. Jameson Schmidt, is here." "Who?" Marc's eyes darkened.
After he asked that question, Jameson waltzed into the room with Carl trailing behind him. An incomprehensible hint of glee could be seen in Jameson's dark eyes.
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