CHAPTER 128: CHAPTER 128: ARE YOU HERE TO STAB ME IN THE HEART?

Cars came and went in front of Aiden Grant, flowing incessantly.

The bloodstains in Aiden Grant’s palm continued to drip down steadily.

Yet he still gazed in the direction where Hector Chaucer and Tiana Linden were leaving, completely unaware of the pain.

The burgundy-colored Hongqi car from Gregory drove further and further away.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Tiana Linden just glanced lightly at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Aiden was hit by a car.

After getting up, Aiden chased after them once more.

If it were in the past, Tiana would have gotten out of the car quickly and run to Aiden, crying with heartache.

But now, she just cast a light glance.

Soon, she withdrew her gaze.

That man was the one she had always wanted to marry before going to prison.

He occupied the first half of her life, from when she first learned to speak until she was in her prime.

She gave birth to his daughter.

She admits, seeing him hit by the car, her heart instinctively clenched a bit.

But she warned herself, from now on, everything about that man had nothing to do with her.

Whether he lived or died, she would no longer have a bit of emotion.

It seemed Hector Chaucer saw through her thoughts.

He held the steering wheel and glanced at her, "Don’t worry, that bump just now won’t be fatal, at most just a bruise."

Tiana Linden looked at the scenery outside the window, firm as she said, "I wasn’t worried about him."

Hector didn’t speak any further.

He drove the car seriously, holding the steering wheel.

He wasn’t sure if Tiana truly no longer cared about Aiden.

If she still cared about that man, he would wake her up with scolding.

But at this moment, Hector’s chest felt sour and congested.

Even the air became sour and astringent.

Aiden had long been left behind the car, but he remained a thorn in Hector’s heart.

Year after year, it pierced deeper and deeper.

The car stopped at a traffic light intersection.

Hector noticed Tiana still staring at the scenery outside the window.

He reached out and clasped Tiana’s left hand resting on her leg.

Only then did Tiana react.

When she looked at him, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of their tightly clasped fingers.

Then, he released her hand.

Tiana didn’t understand, this is...

Then, she saw Hector change his WeChat profile picture to the one he had just taken.

Only then did Tiana understand, she followed and downloaded Hector’s avatar and also updated it to her WeChat profile picture.

Now, everyone would believe they were in a relationship.

Hopefully, when Aiden saw it, he would give up hope of rekindling his relationship with her.

...

At the entrance of the kindergarten.

Aiden Grant hadn’t noticed the pain.

Until the kindergarten director witnessing everything walked over and called him several times.

And gently patted him on the shoulder.

Only then did he come to his senses.

"Director!"

"President Grant, are you okay, you’re bleeding."

Only then did Aiden notice a large patch of skin was scraped off his palm.

Blood soaked through persistently.

Now, he realized the piercing pain in his palm, spreading densely to his limbs and bones.

It was this excruciating pain that reminded him:

His beloved Tiana truly no longer wanted him.

Truly no longer wanted him!

The blood that had soaked through stained his sleeves and pant legs.

This orange and black sports tracksuit was a gift from Tiana.

He couldn’t let it get stained with blood.

He bid farewell to the director and returned to the South Bank of the Pearl River.

The house on the South Bank of the Pearl River was a marriage home he had prepared for Tiana years ago.

At that time, Tiana hadn’t gone to prison.

Tiana liked the French cream-style decor.

At that time, he decorated their wedding house based entirely on Tiana’s preferences, full of joy.

The house had been kept meticulously clean for years.

The yard was filled with Tiana’s favorite eustomas.

He endured the pain in his palm, with a heart full of gloomy rain, as he walked into the living room.

In the living room, Uncle Carter stood on a ladder.

Mrs. Walsh was holding the ladder.

Upon seeing him return, Uncle Carter on the ladder looked troubled and said:

"Mr. Grant, these happiness characters on the wall have been here for almost six years."

"This bottom character just fell, broke into two parts with a touch, and can’t be glued back."

"Why not, just tear them all off."

For six years, Uncle Carter and Mrs. Walsh had been personally cleaning here.

Because Aiden wouldn’t let others come in.

And everything had to be kept in its original state.

Not even the happiness characters on the wall could be taken down.

Even before he was going to marry Vivian Linden, the happiness characters prepared here for Tiana were not allowed to be removed.

So, Uncle Carter and Mrs. Walsh always knew that even if Mr. Grant wanted to marry Vivian Linden, Mr. Grant didn’t love Vivian Linden.

Aiden looked at the half-fallen, incomplete happiness character.

The missing part was like his heart at that moment.

Indescribable feelings.

Suddenly a corner of his heart was missing, feeling empty, and it hurt, really hurt.

With a gloomy face and furrowed brows, he lowly said:

"Please, Uncle Carter, Mrs. Walsh, restore it to its original state, don’t take it down."

The East Bank of the Pearl River was the wedding house he prepared for Tiana.

He had never forgotten the vows he made to Tiana back then.

He was just too foolish, foolish enough to mistakenly believe Tiana betrayed him first, causing him to hate her so much.

But from beginning to end, the person he loved was always Tiana, always Tiana.

He wanted to keep the South Bank of the Pearl River in its original state.

He wanted Tiana to know he always wanted to marry her.

At this time, Mrs. Walsh beside the ladder noticed the extensive bloodstains in Aiden’s palm, and the pants and sleeves stained by blood.

Mrs. Walsh showed concern, "Mr. Grant, you’re injured."

Aiden ignored his injury, "It’s nothing, I’ll go upstairs to change clothes."

Mrs. Walsh watched his back.

Though his posture was erect and majestic, she felt his broad shoulders seemed about to collapse at any moment.

"Mr. Grant, I’ll hand wash the clothes you take off later."

Aiden went upstairs, "No need."

That set of clothes was a gift from Tiana, he would wash it clean himself.

After about ten minutes.

Christopher Grant walked into the living room.

Seeing Uncle Carter and Mrs. Walsh still repairing the happiness characters on the wall, he couldn’t help but sigh.

Christopher knew the Pearl River Manor was the wedding house Aiden prepared for Tiana back then.

Those happiness characters were put up back then too.

Alas! What use was deep affection for this man now?

He asked, "Uncle Carter, Mrs. Walsh, is Aiden home?"

Uncle Carter slowly climbed down the ladder, "He just went upstairs."

Gee!

What’s with the fresh bloodstains on the floor?

Christopher looked at the carpet, then at the people on the ladder, concerned:

"Uncle Carter, Mrs. Walsh, how come there are bloodstains on the carpet, are you hurt? Be careful when you work."

Mrs. Walsh furrowed her brow and said, "It’s Mr. Grant, he seems to be injured, but it shouldn’t be serious."

Christopher: "I’ll go check upstairs."

Upstairs.

Aiden Grant, with bandaged hands, was scrubbing a set of clothes.

That set of clothes, Christopher recognized at a glance, was once a gift from Tiana to Aiden.

He didn’t expect this man to have kept it all along.

Christopher watched him, clearly injured, yet still scrubbing the clothes with his own hands.

The clothes had bloodstains, likely just gotten on them.

"Aiden, there’s a saying popular online, ’Late affection is worth less than grass!’"

Aiden disregarded Christopher’s sudden arrival and continued scrubbing.

The white trousers were stained with blood, and no matter how hard he scrubbed, it wouldn’t come off.

Could it really not return to its former state?

He looked up at Christopher and asked, "Is there any way to remove these bloodstains?"

Christopher furrowed his brows and replied, "What difference does it make if they come off? Can you and Tiana go back to the way you were? Aiden, let go. I saw Hector change his profile picture."

Hector Chaucer’s WeChat avatar was originally a battered little boat in a stormy sea, tossed by the wind and waves.

It was now completely changed to a selfie of him and Tiana holding hands, fingers tightly interlocked.

Aiden wiped his hands, took Christopher’s phone, and glanced at it.

The man’s large hand clasped tightly the slender white fingers of the woman.

Two dazzling matching rings, so familiar, so glaring.

Aiden’s chest tightened, and with a darkened face, he forcefully threw the phone back to Christopher, "Did you come to pierce my heart?"