Lily’s experience and suffering in a foreign country are totally beyond Rex’s imagination. With sagging
spirits, he depended on alcohol to numb himself at first, but it was useless as time went on. Thus he
only insists to be alive.
Karl and other friends watch his depression but can’t do anything. Although Rex isn’t talkative in the
past, he still has a fire burning in his heart. However, after the disappearance of Lily, the man
completely changes. There is a disgust of life in his bones.
He hates this world, even the law which he was most proud of.
No one can comfort him. Rex has to make it and survive on his own.
In the past half a year, Rex went to the company very few times. One morning, however, he rushes to
the office, while Orson is reading today’s schedule. Orson is taken aback when he sees Rex and
stands up happily to greet him. “You’re finally here.”
He thinks Rex has gotten rid of the shadow, willing to come back to the company as before.
However, his words frighten Orson—I plan to retire from the legal profession. Make the statement at
noon.”
“What?!” Orson is experienced, but hearing it, he is frozen. “Rex, what… what did you say?”
“I will quit my legal profession. I won’t get involved in this area anymore.” He wants to get rid of this
environment; otherwise, he will resent himself for the rest of his life.
The law, his faith, has helped numerous people but slanders his most beloved woman, which is the
unbearable thing in his life.
Seeing his determination, Orson frowns subconsciously. “Rex, calm down. You and I set up this
company and witness its development. If you leave it now, what will it be? What should I do?”
“I trust you,” Rex replies directly, his dark eyes full of determination. “It can run well, operated by you.
Hugo is promising. When I retire, you can give him a promotion to help you.”
Since he says that, Rex has made up his mind.
All of a sudden, Orson doesn’t know what to say. Rex’s decision is beyond his expectation. He hasn’t
expected Rex would quit the legal profession one day, leave the profession he loved the most.
After graduation, Rex was so proud and confident to enter this field. Setbacks, however fierce or tricky,
never brought him down. But now…
Orson takes a deep breath. “Rex, I know you’re sad. As an outsider, I probably shouldn’t say this. But,
as your friend, I still want to say something to you. Lily’s death is a shock to you. But she can’t come
back to life. I hope you can restrain your grief. Your present life is the last thing I want to see. I haven’t
expected you would leave this field. Have you ever thought about what you’re going to do? Even if you
don’t want to be responsible for yourself, if she is still alive, Lily doesn’t want to see you like this,
definitely.”
Originally, Rex doesn’t care about his talk. Numerous people around him have comforted him before,
and he is numb to this repetitive talk. However, Orson’s last sentence undoubtedly sticks his heart.
The man is stunned and then curls his lips like a mockery. Sadness in his eyes, Rex murmurs, “If she is
really alive, it will be excellent.”
As he finishes, the office falls into silence and sadness. Since Lily died, her death has been an
extremely grave topic. It’s indeed unbearable for him to watch his beloved one pass away.
But, as the best friend, Orson can’t let Rex live in the illusion he creates, which will only do harm to him
and others.
Orson misses the proud and reasonable man, who was immersed in work. “Rex, how long will you face
the reality?”
Face the reality?
The man laughs at himself and curls his lips. “If I can’t find her in one day, then I will spend two days. If
I fail in two days, then I will spend three days, until the end of my life.”
Hearing it, Orson is annoyed. “You want to look for her for your life and imagine she’s alive for a
lifetime. You will find her? When will you stop deceiving yourself? If she was still alive, Lily would have
shown up in front of you!”
As he finishes, Orson thinks he will give a response, sadly or angrily. However, that man just raises his
hand to rub his temple. Covering half of his face with a palm, Rex leans on the sofa in pain and
desperation. He takes a deep breath. His voice is weak and pale. “Let me look for her. When I face the
reality, I will be not far from death.”
Orson is frozen by his words. Staring at the man on the sofa, Orson can’t say anything at this moment,
as if his throat is stuck by a lump of cotton, making him blush.
At this moment, Orson knows his determination. To accept her death is to accept his.
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More than one month later, in London, England, it starts to drizzle at four o’clock in the afternoon.
Outside the delivery room of the most expensive private confinement center in the local area, hurried
footsteps come. The nurse, who accompanies Lily, looks over and sees a leading man in a tailored suit
with his hair neatly combed backward. A pair of golden glasses on his nose makes his facial features
pleasant and prominent. If not followed by a group of men in black, he will be regarded as an executive
in a high-tech company.
As he approaches, the nurse can smell the faint scent of mint from his body. It’s refreshing, not strong
when they are at a close distance. His frigid, dark eyes fix on her. He asks in an authentic English
accent, “How about her?”
Frightened by this scene, she knows he must be a big figure, although his identity is still unknown; thus
she immediately replies respectfully, “Caesarean section, there is no accident so far. Everything is
going well.”
Hearing the response, Ryan is a little relieved. He was making a deal of hundreds of millions of dollars.
However, as soon as he heard the news from the hospital, he immediately interrupted the meeting and
rushed over without stopping. Luckily, he wasn’t late.
A slight chance of expression appears in his cold but attractive face. The man turns around and sits on
a long chair in the corridor. Elbows rested on his thighs and slender index fingers placed around the
nose, he looks at his watch from time to time and waits in silence.
Time goes on. Ryan has spent most of his time in waiting, but he has never been so torturous like
today.
At first, he sits patiently. But after a while, he stands up and paces in the corridor.
An hour and a half later, the door of the operating room finally opens. A doctor in the anti-bacterial suit
hugs a plump, wrinkled baby out. Ryan immediately walks over and the doctor shows him the crying
baby with amusement. “It’s a boy, 3.9 kilograms. He is very strong, crying loudly.”
He’s a wrinkled red little thing. His face almost can’t be seen, folding together. His fleshy mouth is
making noises. There are a few fluffy hairs on his head. Staring at him, Ryan feels the baby is ugly and
disgusting, without a trace of cuteness.
White and slender as Lily is, how can she give birth to such an ugly thing?
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