When Love Turns to Ashes (Beatrice and Caden)

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Chapter 255 Why Can't We See Your Love?

Villa.

The house at this time was burned down, leaving only an empty frame.

After the

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firefighters extinguished the fire, the garden had already been flooded with water.

Mud flowed, everything turned black, and everything was shattered in this moment.

Keith said cautiously, "Ms. Lindsey made a time-delay device in the kitchen using candles, and by the time people noticed, it was already too late."

Caden stood expressionless in front of the house, allowing the cold wind to tousle his hair and ruffle the icy springs in his eyes.

the charred beams.

In

a

seemed to

see

a

large and small

thick smoke, he

small figure standing under

He reached out his hand to grab the two people, but he heard Beatrice's voice in his ear.

"Caden, I hated you."

"The day I moved in, I set this place on fire."

Beatrice did it.

Burn everything in this house to ashes.

Including the beautiful dreams of those days.

Suddenly, Caden thought of something and turned around, disregarding the muddy garden and rushing towards the vegetable patch.

The land, which had been washed by water guns, revealed the seeds that had been planted a

few days ago.

Caden squatted down and picked out a handful of mud, extracting the seeds from it.

With a gentle squeeze, everything turned to mush.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, saying, "Familiar."

There was no spring at all.

Beatrice didn't even want to leave tomorrow for him.

She really hated him, destroyed everything, and then committed suicide.

Now everything has been forgotten again.

Caden's face turned pale inch by inch,

a

touch of blood red spread across his lips, and suddenly he collapsed

The wound around the waist had already stained a large area with blood.

"Mr. Caden!"

As the lights came

on, the night sky of the first day of the Lunar New Year was illuminated by lively fireworks.

In the dimly lit ward, opposite to it, the vibrant scenery outside the window depicted the silhouette of a Bare-chested, with bandages wrapped around his waist, he stood tall and lonely. man.

The flickering firelight between his fingers alternated between brightness and darkness, while a thin mist covered the man's cold and pale face, with his pupils reflecting no light.

He smoked a cigarette to the end and flicked it into the ashtray on the windowsill.

And inside, the cigarette butts had already piled up.

The man turned a blind eye and lit another cigarette.

Behind, the door opened.

Brend coughed twice from the smoke and, seeing Caden still smoking, quickly stepped forward and snatched the cigarette away.

"Still smoking? Don't you care about your own health anymore?"

Caden ignored him and took out another cigarette, but he didn't light it. Instead, he played with it between his fingers.

At that moment, Keith knocked on the door and entered.

"Mr. Caden, the foreign neurology specialist has been arranged, and the earliest flight will be tomorrow morning."

"Um."

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Caden lowered his gaze, lit a lighter, and prepared to smoke.

a

breath deep

and stepped forward,

Brend took

Caden held a cigarette and said coldly, "She would soon remember."

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slapping away his

lighter.

"What do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, Brend clenched the medical record tightly in his hand, his face tense.

"What do you remember? How did you get to the point of suicide? Can't you really see? Or are you just turning a blind eye?"

"You are so smart, didn't you really notice that she was self-harming?"

but

"Are the scratches on her body due to allergies? Are her hands, which become red and swollen after washing, a sign of her cleanliness?"

"Every time you contacted her, her guilt towards Ms. Soder increased by a fraction, and her self-torture went even deeper."

"That pearl necklace, she would even pick at her own flesh to take it off and give it, no, return it to Ms. Soder, how could you not see that?"

"You always thought you could

and indeed protect her,

she survived,

her heart had already died."noveldrama

"Caden, I know you had many responsibilities and had to weigh many pros and cons, but she was just an ordinary woman." So many people accused her, hurt her, even Odin, who just met her, could stand up for her, but only you couldn't openly defend her! "Because of the forbidden identity, the forbidden family, and the forbidden upcoming marriage... There were too many reasons."

"But have you ever thought that she was actually waiting for you to truly choose her?"

"Otherwise, why wouldn't she have posted a front-facing photo of the two of you online and caused a huge uproar? She protected your and Ms. Soder's dignity."

"So, you

let her go."

The room fell into endless silence.

Caden stepped back, almost blending into the darkness of the room. He remained still, as if suppressing something.

In the unseen corners, a faint redness appeared at the corners of his eyes, while his ink-colored cold gaze shimmered with layers of brilliance in the darkness. "Why let it go?"

"I just wanted to be alone!"

""Why not?"

Brend noticed something was wrong with Caden and was about to approach him when he narrowly avoided being hit by a swinging fist He quickly grabbed Caden's hand and looked at Keith, saying, "Keith, grab him! Don't let his wound tear open again! Keith controlled Caden from behind, while Brend directly injected him with a sedative.

A moment later, Caden fell down.

Keith

helped

him lie

down

and couldn't

bear

look at

Brend. "Is there

really

no

other way?"

Brend shook his head.

If this continues, both of them will be in pain.

Keith frowned and said, "But he was also living against his will." Brend sighed and said, "Let him have a good sleep for a while." The two of them exited the ward.

In his sleep, Caden's body kept falling until He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a mansion burning in flames.

he could

smell something burning

under his nose.

He saw the woman in the fire clearly this time.

Beatrice.

In her arms, she still held a pink... urn.

The fire grew bigger and even burned her skirt, but she remained indifferent.

"Beatrice! Move aside! Move aside!"

Caden shouted loudly and ran towards the big fire with all his strength. The house, which was clearly within sight, seemed impossible Beatrice suddenly looked up at him, her eyes devoid of light, full of sadness.

to approach

no matter

how hard I tried.

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"Caden, I hated you."

The sentence was ultimately submerged under the collapsed beams.

'No! Beatrice!"

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face was illuminated by the firelight as

At that moment, a small hand held onto him.

he desperately rushed. in, but he just couldn't reach it.

The little girl looked up at him and then silently stared at the big fire.

"Dad, I don't blame you anymore, but I can't forgive you either."

"I just wanted to protect you."

Caden blurted out, even though he himself didn't know why he said it.

The little girl held

ethereal his hand tightly, her figure appearing somewhat

She said sadly, "But it's you who hurt us."

in

the glow of the

fire.

"Why can't the three of us be together openly and honestly?"

"Why did loving her mean breaking her wings?"

"Why couldn't we... see your love?"

Caden hesitated to speak, as his chest surged with emotions.

The surrounding firelight dissipated, and a drizzle of rain fell. The silhouette of the little girl became blurred in the misty rain. She let go of Caden's hand and took two steps forward.

The front gradually became clear, and a desolate man was kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, facing away from Caden. Caden's body moved uncontrollably closer.

came to

his

senses,

he

found himself

transformed

When he Raindrops dripped down his hair onto a bunch of white flowers in front of him.

into

the

man

kneeling

on the ground.

"Dad, congratulations! Your plan succeeded, and all the bad guys have been punished."

"But Dad... Mom and I also died."

Caden slowly raised his gaze and, after seeing clearly what was in front of him, his body was instantly torn apart as a pair of hands forcefully

crushed his heart.

In front of me, there were two small tombstones.

The grave

of my beloved wife, Beatrice.

The grave of beloved daughter Stella Baldwin.