I miss you so dearly, but I can't tell you. I can't just pick up my phone to call or text you to express my
feelings, it is all unnecessary and immaterial now.
*
Just looking at Spark standing in front of the window weakly with a cloth over his shoulder, Harrow felt
a sharp pain in his heart, but he could do nothing about it. He then asked, "Spark, do you have to ruin
your health like this?"
Silence ensued between them as Spark did not respond.
Harrow was so angry, at the moment, that he walked forward and pulled Spark around. While gritting
his teeth, he said, "Do you think Molly will come back because you are drowning yourself in misery and
sorrow? No, that is never going to happen. The fact is that even if she doesn't love Mr. Brian Long, he
won't let her go. As far as I know, Mr. Long has never failed to get what he wants. So how long are you
going to remain persistent in your pursuits?"
Without the spark of arrogance and confidence in his eyes, Spark powerlessly watched Harrow
expressing his anger and concerns. Harrow, his elder brother, had been someone he had always liked
following, but he also played an indirect part in his mother's death. Well, how ironic...
"I will leave as long as I ensure that she is happy...that is all that matters...her happiness," Spark spoke
in a low tone laced with misery and illness. He pushed Harrow's hands aside feebly yet with some force
to turn around again. As he looked out at the gloomy sky, he said, "You'd better leave. Please don't
stay with me. If you stay here, I will be more uncomfortable dealing with all of this."
Just hearing that, Harrow clenched his fingers into a fist, leaving behind the knuckling sound from his
joints. He wished with all his heart to pull Spark out of his misery by punching him with his strong fist,
but he knew he could not do that. Their relationship had been quite bad, so he could not dare to do it at
the cost of making their ties weaker.
"You go move on, deal with your own life..." Spark pointed and nudged him towards the door again.
"Nanny is here to take care of me and help me when required. You have nothing to worry about..."
Now what he wanted was to be left alone in quietness. He did not want his wound to be peeped at by
anybody, especially by Harrow!
Gritting his teeth, Harrow wrenched his hands again. He did understand Spark, but it was exactly
because he understood him that he was more worried about him. He could not hurt Spark because of
Brian, but he would not set himself against Brian because of Spark either. Therefore, he hoped Spark
could leave. In this way, Spark would neither drown himself in a love story that would never have a
happy ending, nor be hurt by Brian.
"Go..." Spark said once again. "I beg you!"
Hearing Spark, who had always been arrogant before, said these words in a humble tone, Harrow felt
his heart hurt severely. He could no longer bear seeing Spark like this. Without thinking, he turned
around and left the ward. When the door was closed, his eyes turned red and moist.
Spark kept standing in front of the window quietly like this. His body was too weak to support him to
stand for a long time, but he just stubbornly stood there.
All this while his cellphone was in his hand. Right this instant, he held it up to his face, made some
motions with some force and then loosened his grip, he repeated this action several times. He then
lowered his sad eyes, upon seeing the cellphone's screen lit up, which had a picture of their glorious
past, the happy "family of three" having a hearty laugh, as the wallpaper. He recalled the moment when
this photo had been taken after a concert.
Spark's fingers stroked the photo, while looking increasingly bitter. Unconsciously, he began to scroll
down his contact list to look for Molly's number. Just stumbling upon the number, which he could not be
more familiar with, the feeling of bitterness spread across his body. He missed her so much, it driving
him crazy. Sometime over everything that happened, she seemed to have become a part of him, his
body. And now he could not bear the pain to cut her off cruelly.
"Mol..."
Spark murmured as a teardrop fell on the phone's bright screen. A bitter smile appeared on the corner
of his mouth. He was anxious to hear her voice, but he could not simply call her anymore. Just like
Brian said, his attachment to Molly would only cause trouble and pain for her. Even though he missed
her so terribly, he could not do any thing about it.
As he smiled bitterly, teardrops began to flow across his face. The corner of his mouth began to quiver.
Holding the cellphone tightly in his hand, he gritted his teeth. Then, unable to bear it any longer, he
threw the cellphone away, out of his sight and control.
"Bang!"
The cell phone crashed right onto the wall, fell onto the ground and in one movement the screen broke,
into a million small pieces adding innumerable cracks to the happy photo.
*
On the top floor of Emp building, Brian was dealing with business. Molly was somehow growing
increasingly bored. Despite having a book in her hand, Molly was not in the mood to read. So many
things had happened in the last few days that she did not know what to do or even feel.
As her heart sank, she looked to Brian without even realizing it. She seldom saw him while he was
working. At the moment, his sculpted face looked rather cold and cool, he looked at the screen with his
falcon-like sharp eyes in an indifferent manner. His slender fingers moved quickly on the keyboard.
"Isn't there a risk of getting arrested for manipulating stock market in such a hostile manner?" Molly
blurted out her doubt before she even realized what she was saying. She was just wondering in her
heart. How could she just vocalize it in this way?
Brian stopped what he was doing instantly, and looked at Molly with his deep and concerned eyes.
Embarrassed, Molly blushed by his attention.
"I, I... I don't..." Molly did not know how to explain her impulse.
"Not what?" asked Brian as a sly flash appeared in his eyes. But he concealed his thought so deep that
Molly could not even notice it. "You do not want to question me, or do not want me to get arrested?"
Compressing her lips, Molly did not say a word. Instead, she just nodded indicating her choice.
With an almost invisible smile at one side of his thin lips, Brian began speaking slowly, "Generally
speaking, I don't really manipulate stock market in a hostile way. For most of the time, the reason why I
do something about the stock market is to balance it, otherwise Emp will surely face a lot of trouble."
He did not mind telling her what he did. After a pause, he added, "But under special circumstances, I
have to manipulate the growth rate of some share prices. Of course, unlike ordinary stock brokers, I am
not stupid enough to leave any evidence and trace behind to make myself vulnerable to arrests or any
legal trouble."
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