CHAPTER 372: CHAPTER 372: LET ME SEE GODFERY SHAW

Julius Shaw held Nancy Allen’s hand, and together they gripped a knife, the tip of which was pressed against Julius Shaw’s chest.

In fact, Nancy Allen hadn’t thought about seeking death.

After experiencing so many things, her life was something everyone had fought hard to reclaim, and she wouldn’t easily seek death.

She just felt the blow was too great, too painful, and wanted to escape and retreat for a few days.

But Julius Shaw didn’t give her any chance to escape.

Julius Shaw spoke slowly, "Hate me? Then hate me, at least you’ll never forget me. Now take the medicine!"

Julius Shaw wrapped one hand around the dagger and fed Nancy Allen the prepared medicine with the other.

This time, Nancy Allen didn’t dare to spit it out.

She thought Julius Shaw was a lunatic, a complete lunatic.

Only when Nancy Allen swallowed the medicine did Julius Shaw let go, the dagger in Nancy Allen’s hand fell to the floor, and the clinking sound startled her out of her escapist thoughts.

Right, where was Godfery Shaw?

Yesterday, Godfery Shaw brought her to the old district, saying he would come by, but she had been in the old district for a whole day and night. Why hadn’t Godfery Shaw appeared?

Remembering Julius Shaw’s words about making Godfery Shaw disappear, Nancy Allen felt a panic. She glared at Julius Shaw, "What did you do to Godfery Shaw? Did you do something to him?"

Julius Shaw sneered coldly, "What could I do? Only Nancy Allen can do something to us."

As one of the personalities, he indeed couldn’t do anything.

Just as Godfery Shaw couldn’t act against Julius Shaw, they were both two people and one person, incredibly complex in their relationship.

They would feel jealousy, resentment, even disgust, yet also sadness for the one who disappeared due to Nancy Allen’s choice.

It was as if Nancy Allen slashed them, cutting out a piece of flesh. That flesh was ugly but still felt pain.

The only person who could do anything to them was always Nancy Allen.

Nancy Allen didn’t believe Julius Shaw.

She felt if nothing had happened to Godfery Shaw, he wouldn’t fail to come see her, wouldn’t have left her with Julius Shaw.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Let me see him."

She needed to see him with her own eyes to be at ease.

Julius Shaw squinted and said, "Alright, drink the porridge, and I’ll let you see your brother."

Julius Shaw wasn’t as calm as he appeared to be; everyone perishing together wasn’t his plan. His mind, saturated with grievance, was actually fearful of Nancy Allen’s death.

Nancy Allen’s body couldn’t endure much longer, the vitality lost returning from the deserted island hadn’t fully recovered, and the turmoil of last night had left her with a lingering low fever. Not eating or drinking would definitely cause trouble.

Nancy Allen’s eyelids moved, her long lashes gently trembling.

Julius Shaw picked up the porridge beside him and brought it to Nancy Allen’s lips.

Finally, Nancy Allen opened her mouth, forcing down the nausea from not having eaten for so long, and swallowed with effort.

After eating half a bowl of porridge, Nancy Allen turned away, unwilling to eat more, and said hoarsely, "Let me see Godfery Shaw."

Julius Shaw’s face was full of gloom, but he didn’t refuse, only giving a chilling reminder: "Fine, I’ll take you to see him, but remember, Nancy Allen, we are together now. You can’t choose to not want me!"

Nancy Allen turned her face away, refusing to look at Julius Shaw.

Julius Shaw took out the pigeon-blood-red earrings he had originally made for Nancy Allen to replace the pink diamonds on her earlobes.

Admiring them as one would a grand spectacle, he said, "Red suits Nancy Allen best."

Nancy Allen, like a puppet doll with a lost soul, did not resist.

After replacing her earrings, Julius Shaw carried out his promise and took her back to the Imperial Garden.

It was evening; the sun was setting, and the bright sunlight ultimately fell into darkness, much like Nancy Allen at this time, growing increasingly sorrowful.

Soon the car arrived at the Imperial Garden.

Due to her weakness from fasting, Julius Shaw brazenly carried Nancy Allen into the Imperial Garden.

The aura of overwhelming fury emanating from him shocked both Joyce and the inner circle at the Imperial Garden; the second personality appeared.

With Young Madam here, there shouldn’t be any trouble, right?

No one stopped him or dared to speak. Julius Shaw carried Nancy Allen upstairs to her room.

"I’ll go call your brother over."

After Julius Shaw left, Nancy Allen got up and walked to the mirror, looking at her pale and disheveled self.

She was about to meet Godfery Shaw—how could she face him like this?

Nancy Allen changed into clean clothes, the collar high enough to cover the red marks on her neck. Then she sat at the dressing table, applying blush to her pale cheeks, and a light lipstick to cover her bloodless lips.

The person in the mirror slowly regained some color, appearing beautiful and gentle. Yet in the next moment, Nancy Allen clutched her chest tightly, in such pain it seemed hard to breathe.

In another room.

Julius Shaw awakened Godfery Shaw’s personality.

"Brother, Nancy wants to see you."

"Has she made her choice?"

"You’ll know once you go, brother."

As they were originally the same person, Godfery Shaw understood Julius Shaw too well. Seeing his demeanor, Godfery asked in a low tone, "Did you hurt her?"

"Brother, go quickly, Nancy is waiting for you." Julius Shaw didn’t answer, and after these words, his consciousness fell asleep.

Godfery Shaw, somewhat worried, immediately went to Nancy Allen’s room next door.

Nancy Allen heard the sound of the lock turning, quickly let go of her grip on her clothes, and smoothed out the wrinkles.

She pressed down the despair in her heart, not wanting Godfery Shaw to see her current state.

Godfery Shaw entered the room, and seeing Nancy Allen safe, he finally relaxed.

He walked over, reaching out to gently rub Nancy Allen’s head, and said softly, "Why does Nancy seem a bit sad? Didn’t have a good talk with him? Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

At that moment, Nancy Allen wanted to cry, to wail loudly.

But she couldn’t cry.

Godfery Shaw was still expecting a future with her, yet she had been through something with Julius Shaw. How could she face Godfery Shaw again?

She felt too dirty.

The hope and future she had seen a few days ago were all false. She was undeserving of happiness in this life.

Godfery Shaw saw Nancy Allen’s sadness and only thought she had spoken clearly with Julius Shaw, feeling troubled because of it.

He held one of Nancy Allen’s hands, wanting to give her strength, speaking with gentle acceptance, "No matter what Nancy wants to do or choose, it’s okay."

Unable to control the sobbing within her, Nancy’s eyes finally reddened, and she suppressed her tears, looking at Godfery Shaw, her hoarse voice said, "Godfery Shaw, let’s part ways."

Godfery Shaw’s smile froze, looking at Nancy in disbelief.

Nancy Allen only felt sharp pain stabbing her heart, yet she still numbly uttered, "You once said you respected my choice. I... I choose Julius Shaw."

Godfery Shaw still held the hand he was holding of Nancy’s.

His other hand clenched into a fist, the short nails digging into his flesh painfully.

He knew it; Nancy’s promise to always be with him was a lie.

There was no such thing as forever. Nancy never truly loved him and might leave at any time.

Five years ago, she left him, and five years later, it’s still the same.

Godfery Shaw’s love was restrained and controlled.

He wasn’t like Julius Shaw, who would act cute, cling to Nancy, and fearlessly proclaim his love, declaring Nancy as his.

He used to envy Julius Shaw for his unabashed behavior.

At that moment, Godfery Shaw felt like a knife from the darkness was plunged deeply into his heart, but he did not show his pain.

He didn’t want Nancy to have a psychological burden. Even amidst extreme pain, he remained gentle, even smiling comfortingly at Nancy.

"Has Nancy made her decision? Between me and Julius Shaw, Nancy chose Julius Shaw, correct?"

Nancy Allen felt she was about to suffocate, as if she would die again. But she couldn’t die; her life was something many people struggled to reclaim, it was no longer just hers, she couldn’t act recklessly.

She answered with difficulty, "Yes, I choose Julius Shaw."