CHAPTER 538: CHAPTER 538: STOP TREMBLING

Henry Hale gave a bitter smile, "No matter what I do, I can’t move you because, in your heart, I’m already a sinner, nailed to the sinner’s pillar of shame, isn’t that right?"

"What else did you think?"

Henry Hale’s eyes reddened, but his smile grew wider, "I understand now..."

Then he suddenly took out a key and unlocked the handcuffs, looking at Paige Sterling, "Paige, in that case, I’ll use my death to erase my sins. Is that enough?"

Paige was wearing a life jacket; she didn’t sink, watching Henry’s resolute expression, she chuckled.

"Henry, some sins can’t be washed away by death, but your sins weren’t done to me, so whether you live or die doesn’t matter to me. The ones who truly hate you, who won’t forgive you, who nailed you to the pillar of shame, are those you hurt."

"So even if I die, you don’t care?"

"Why would I let an irrelevant person take up space in my mind?"

Henry chuckled bitterly, "So after all my efforts, it ends up being just like in the beginning. Not only couldn’t I make you like me, but I couldn’t even stir a ripple in your heart. You never considered any entanglement with me from the start?"

Paige didn’t answer, his smile became more crazed, "Paige, they say I’m heartless, but you’re much crueler. Even if I calculated, used, and hurt you, I was good to you, I truly liked you, I wanted to be with you for life, but even in my death, you won’t give me any hope. You let me die in despair. How could there be a woman as cruel as you?"

Henry knew Paige was ruthless, only because she was ruthless to those who were irrelevant since she didn’t care about their love or hate.

To Paige, he was just an irrelevant person.

Henry had never been clearer than this moment, realizing how pitiful his life had been.

What he didn’t want was easily within reach, what he yearned for, he could never get.

Even after all his efforts, he didn’t make a single splash in her heart.

"Paige, I hope in the next life, I won’t be your enemy."

Paige remained expressionless, she wasn’t moved, and she wasn’t in the least bit pretentious about it.

Yet seeing Henry still babbling at this point, Paige was truly at her wit’s end, "Henry, I understand your intentions now, you can go ahead and die."

Henry’s expression faltered, truly, there was no woman more hurtful than Paige.

He couldn’t help but grit his teeth and remind her, "Paige, I’m really going to die."

Paige, "Then you should be thankful you can still choose death at this moment."

If he were caught, whether he lived or died wouldn’t be up to Henry, what more dissatisfaction could he have?

Henry suddenly gave a laugh, "You’re... not upset at all?"

Paige laughed, "You’re truly funny, why should I grieve for an irrelevant person? Are my emotions that easily swayed?"

Henry opened his mouth but found he couldn’t say anything.

He suddenly regretted it, on what grounds did he get nothing and still have to see Paige and Julian through?

He should have taken Paige down with him.

But that thought only flashed by; in the end, he couldn’t really do such a thing.

He just didn’t understand, why...?

"Why..." He looked at Paige, dazed, after a while, speaking to himself: "It’s nothing to do with you, it’s what I deserve, some things I just don’t deserve to have..."

He smiled, "I hope after I die, you won’t hold the Hale Family responsible, these things were done by me alone and have nothing to do with the Hale Family."

He knew the Hale Family couldn’t go back to before; he never expected it. He just hoped the Hale Family members could all live.

Paige didn’t promise him anything; how the Hale Family ended up wasn’t her place to decide, and she wouldn’t interfere.

Henry suddenly asked, "Paige, did you already know I wouldn’t really kill you?"

"I never have such presumptuous hopes."

Why imagine an enemy as kind? Paige was never naive.

So she never thought Henry would let her go, remaining calm not because she wasn’t afraid to die, but because she had been through so much that when difficulties arose, she wouldn’t let unnecessary panic ensue if she couldn’t save herself.

Calm down, there’s nothing to it.

Henry said nothing more, his eyes deeply fixed on Paige, and finally, when Julian’s speedboat arrived, he started his speedboat and left with a rush.

He looked back at Paige, her figure grew smaller and smaller in his vision, until she was only a small black dot.

He suddenly laughed, and then the speedboat exploded in his laughter.

At the moment the speedboat exploded, Julian felt like his heart exploded too, his whole body trembled until he saw Paige in the water, and only then did he feel alive again.

He pulled Paige out of the water.

Paige was trembling, and he held her, trembling as well.

"Beau, Beau..."

He held her tight, calling her name over and over, as if only then could he confirm she had finally come back, back to his side.

He would never lose her again, never...

Paige felt Julian trembling, and patted his back a few times.

"I’m fine, stop shaking..."

Her Mr. Hawthorne was, after all, just a very timid man.

"Beau, are you cold? Are you hurt?"

Without waiting for Paige to respond, he took off his coat and wrapped it around her, "Don’t be afraid, we’ll go home soon, very soon..."

Paige wasn’t really afraid; she hadn’t been afraid all these days.

But she knew Julian was afraid.

These days, he must have been scared out of his wits.

She said, "Julian, I’ve missed you so much these days."

Julian’s eyes reddened, he pressed his face to her cold cheek, "I missed you too."

Scorching tears dripped onto Paige’s face, scorching her heart, and she hugged him tightly.

"I never want to be apart from you again, wherever you go, I’ll go too."

"Okay, together."

Paige looked toward the sea horizon, discovering the place where the explosion occurred had already returned to peace, and the smoke had vanished, as if nothing had happened there.

Paige didn’t know if Henry was truly dead or not.

He was so smart and cunning, maybe he had long planned an escape, and the speedboat explosion was just a smokescreen.

If he was dead, it would be better, if he was alive...

He could only live like a rat in the dark, unable to see the light.

And the authorities certainly wouldn’t relent in their pursuit, but that was no longer Paige’s concern.

Next, she should take a long vacation with Mr. Hawthorne to make up for the time they were apart.

Otherwise, Mr. Hawthorne would always be anxious, and if he developed more strange psychological issues, that would be bad.

Thinking about it, Paige felt her head spinning and fell asleep.