novelraw Chapter 730: Hoping for Another Life
Chapter 730: Hoping for Another Life
"Furthermore, I don’t need your support, don’t need your help."Alexander Parker thought she was stupid, and malicious: "You know perfectly well that my cousin doesn’t like me, yet you want me to pursue her?"
"I’m wrongly accused! Wasn’t it you who said you liked her? Did I do wrong by helping you chase her?"
"Of course!"
Alexander Parker suddenly smiled, but within that smile was rare bitterness and sadness.
He had long known that Isabella didn’t like him. He was also aware that his pursuit would never be successful, yet he refused to face reality.
His Little Isabella is living well now, she has a career, a husband, and her own stable circle.
And him?
He has nothing.
Now, even uttering that phrase "Cousin, I like you" feels lacking in confidence.
What can he offer her?
A castle?
A diamond ring?
Or a carefree and joyful life?
He is so swamped that he barely sleeps three or four hours a day, without even time to accompany her.
His lofty IQ, his arrogance in loving her more than the world, all seem so useless!
Everything else he could lose to Harry Hunter, but he did not want to lose this one thing - loving Isabella Weaver!
He has loved her so much that he could personally deliver her into Harry Hunter’s hands, to let her be happy!
If Harry Hunter can provide what he cannot, then he can give up!
No matter how heart-wrenching it feels.
As night deepened, Alexander Parker left the chicken farm and drove home.
The evening breeze caressed his cheek like his cousin’s soft hair, evoking his infinite longing for that pure figure in his heart.
He never believed in an afterlife.
But if it’s her, he hopes there is an afterlife.
Returning home, it was already two in the morning, and the study light was still on, Ryan Parker was staying up late handling company matters.
Alexander Parker sat on the sofa, glanced at the array of bottles and jars on the coffee table, took a deep breath, and poured out various pills.
Different colors, different sizes, spread across the expanse.
He drank a sip of cold water, swallowed the pills, then opened a vial of liquid medicine and drank it all.
He leaned tiredly against the sofa, behind him came the voice of his father: "Alexander, you don’t need to take so much medicine now. Haven’t you been disease-free lately? Your emotions seem stable, taking too much medicine harms your body."
Alexander Parker closed his eyes, his voice hoarse: "I must take them."
All these are medications to suppress brain activity and adjust bodily secretion, capable of greatly suppressing his emotions to prevent any murderous tendencies.
His brain has thus been significantly affected; he himself can clearly feel a slower reaction and dullness to many things.
Moreover, they affect his physiology — he is already like a monk, desiring nothing.
But at least it makes him seem normal, able to live and work normally.
Ryan Parker looked at his son’s condition, his heart ached as if bleeding. The side effects of the medication can be overwhelming, yet his son never spoke a word about it.
He sat beside his son, speaking to him, hoping to alleviate his stress and pain: "Did you see Isabella tonight?"
"Yes, I saw her."
"How was it?"
"Very beautiful, very lively, a bit chubbier than before, looks better. Harry Hunter has been taking good care of her. The news frequently reports how much he dotes on his cousin, seems to be true. Her condition is much better than when she was with the Weaver Family..."
Ryan Parker felt like sighing as he listened.
His son truly likes Isabella, only when talking about her does he become more talkative.
He tentatively said: "How about introducing a girlfriend to you? I know a girl who looks a lot like Isabella."