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Chapter 750: Letting you go

Chapter 750: Letting you go

"I want to love you, Frank. Just as much as you love me, or maybe more than that. So, don’t ask me just to recover. It’s not enough. You should demand more. Will you?"

"Frank, please take care of yourself. I know you’re doing this for our future, but do not forget to take care of your well-being. I’m still not fully recovered to take care of you if you get sick."

"I don’t like taking too much medicine, but after thinking about it, if I truly want to get better, then I should stop complaining."

"I trust you, so okay."

"Goodnight, Frank."

Hera’s words tonight kept rewinding in Dragon’s head, even when he left her in her room. Sitting behind the desk under the dim lights, he had his elbow propped on the armrest, rubbing his fingers against each other. His eyes were fixed on a pill in front of him, underneath the warm glow of a desk lamp.

"What am I thinking?" he asked himself quietly. "Why didn’t I give this to her?"

Normally, this pill would have been in her system by now. After all, the doctors looking after her health would always send him one every day. They could have fed this to her, but for reassurance, he would do it himself. In this case, he was reassured she wouldn’t be able to run away from him. If she ever regained her memories unexpectedly, she wouldn’t have enough strength to fight her way out like the raging bull she used to be.

Yet, here he was, staring at the pill that had given him reassurance all this time. He couldn’t understand himself.

’All the stupid things she says...’he thought, remembering every word and letter that slipped out of her lips. ’Aren’t the first time I heard them.’

The Hera he used to know would spew a bunch of nonsense, just like tonight. However, compared to now, the previous version of Hera would speak of the word love as if it had no value at all. She would also claim to trust them with her life, but not enough to welcome them to the deepest part of her heart and soul. She also took care of them to the point she was akin to a mother and a father to everyone.

In other words, what she spewed tonight wasn’t new to his ears. Although her tone was different, they were the still same words. So, why did he wane? Why did her remarks tonight create ripples in his still and cold heart?

Dragon slowly lifted his hand to his cheek, still feeling the softness of her lips on his skin. Her faint and warm breath lingered on his cheek, reminding him of her parting goodnight.

"And yet, you claim I don’t love you," he whispered as he let out a weak laugh, recalling a memory from the past. "If I didn’t, I would’ve given you this pill."

He lowered his hand from his cheek as he slowly crept his gaze on the pill before him. Even if he denied it, Dragon had his expectations from the bottom of his blackened heart. At the back of his mind, he also wanted to create new memories with her. Perhaps, start on the right foot.

Dragon slowly gazed at the landscape picture frame resting on the corner of the desk. It was a photograph of him and Hera, taken in a garden with the two of them sitting side by side. Her head was slightly tilted, almost resting on his shoulder, their hands intertwined on top of his lap. He leaned forward to pick it up, leaning back against the soft chair with his eyes on the picture.

His eyes lingered on her smiling face and then their hands. This photo was real and not edited or any of the sort. What wasn’t real in this photo was the woman and that face of hers. This was not Hera, but June, his late wife, whom he married for the sole purpose of possessing as much believable evidence as possible. An evidence that even if someone ran this photo for authenticity, they would figure out it wasn’t edited. And evidence, or more precisely, proof that Hera died.

"I guess these are useless now," he whispered, placing his other hand on the armrest. Dragon slowly pushed himself up, trudging toward the fireplace.

Standing in front of the fireplace, he gazed at the photograph with a blank expression. The light from the flames danced on his face, creating a shadow as he tilted his head down. He didn’t remember everything that had happened on the day this photo was taken, which explained how insignificant it was to him. But for sure, the woman in this photo had thought of that moment as she took her last breath. Not that it mattered.

Dragon blinked away ever so slowly, tossing the frame inside the fireplace. The additional weight in the hearth created a brief blaze of fire. He watched the flame stabilize, eyes on the frame as its edges started to turn black.

"You’ve served your purpose, June," he muttered. "Now, may you rest in peace."

The crackles of fire caressed his ears while he stood still, eyes on the burning frame. Soon enough, the glass cracked until it shattered, and the flames quickly consumed the edges of the picture inside.

June was already dead for many years. But even after death, she served him to make his plans work. But now that he had reached another milestone, there was no need to keep this photograph he placed in his study office to make this web of lies more believable.

"Next time, all the remnants of your memories that Deborah’s treasures will disappear from my sight one by one," he continued in the same quiet tone. "And I will replace it with hers. So, I’m letting you go, June. I appreciate your service."

His eyes flickered as the photograph turned into nothing but ash. Yet, he felt nothing about it. Surely, June was naive to ever believe this man was capable of loving another when his obsession with the real Hera was beyond any human understanding.