CHAPTER 194: CHAPTER 194: MY YARROW HAS FLOWN BACK TO ME

When the car accident happened, the van fell into the river. By the time she was rescued, she was already unconscious, burning with a fever, and repeatedly murmuring, "Yarrow, why haven’t you come yet?"

After Ian Sinclair found out, to be on the safe side, she didn’t even have the privilege to step out of the room for that whole month.

He could only know her whereabouts from the bodyguards stationed at Port Kallow.

"Miss Crowe is still having a fever. The doctor said the fever is too high and might damage her brain."

"She woke up once, crying to find Yarrow."

"Her family is making her take Chinese medicine, saying it can calm her."

Every time he heard this, he was filled with immense regret.

He blamed himself.

All the guilt was on him.

He used the Sinclair Family’s influence to pull out that group of traffickers along with a series of their back-end connections.

Besides Holly Crowe, there were two children in that vehicle, and several more were held at their base.

Blake Sinclair dared not think.

If by any chance Holly had been captured, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

He really wanted to go to the hospital, even if it was just to take a glance at her from a distance, but he was too afraid to see her, and he couldn’t even leave.

A month later, when he finally got a chance, wanting to confess and make amends, the news he received was that she had forgotten him.

"Miss Crowe seems to not remember you."

The bodyguard’s voice was soft yet pierced through all his hopes like a knife,

The high fever and enormous emotional trauma made her selectively forget everything about "Yarrow."

Her parents even eradicated all items related to him, as if he had never been a part of her life.

That day, Blake Sinclair sat in his own room, watching the sun rise and set as darkness gradually devoured him.

The ceramic swallow in his hand was tightly clenched.

"Forgetting is also good. Better than letting her live on with a heart filled with betrayal and hatred. At least, she can still be happy."

He locked all the swallow paintings she had given him in a safe and deeply buried the memories of Port Kallow.

He forced himself not to think about the days at Port Kallow, burying those memories in the deepest part of his heart, like hiding a wound that couldn’t see the light of day.

Yet, he would still show up at her school opening ceremony every year to fulfill that one-person promise.

As if doing so could make up for something.

On his eighteenth birthday, Laurel Sinclair told him she could help him avoid The Sinclair’s watch and go to Brelond to lay low.

"I am going to get married, to Sebastian Shaw, the person I like."

When his sister said this with a smile, he could barely muster a slight smile in return.

Before parting, Laurel Sinclair took him to Orbital Park.

He said he wanted to be alone for a while, yet he saw that familiar figure.

Holly Crowe was sitting on a bench, holding a bag of fries, eating them in small bites like a well-behaved kitten.

He instinctively lowered his head, wanting to avoid her gaze, yet he couldn’t help but look up again.

She no longer recognized him, her eyes carrying no trace of familiarity.

At that moment, the memories buried deep in his heart surged forth suddenly.

He wanted to take her away, hide her, care for her, even if only as a companion. It would be better than walking alone through endless solitude.

Every moment at Port Kallow, her joyful laughter was even more vivid than in his memories.

He woefully realized that he had never truly forgotten.

He deceived her once again, deliberately pushing the wheelchair uphill and then letting go quietly.

She indeed walked over.

"Are you alone? Do you want to wait for the fireworks together?"

That night, she pulled him to watch a grand fireworks display and gave him a small lotus keychain, smiling as she said, "Let’s meet again if there’s a chance."

Clenching that keychain, his heart was both sour and bitter.

He could have endured the darkness, yet her light came shining in, preventing him from returning to the past.

On the plane to Brelond, he held the black safe, staying awake through the eleven-hour flight.

Opening the album, it was filled with the swallows she had drawn. Looking at those pictures, his mind was filled with her image.

He had never forgotten. Instead, as time settled in, it became even clearer.

The moment the plane landed, he finally understood his heart.

He wanted her.

Since then, Holly Crowe became an integral part of his life’s map.

At twenty-four, he made a powerful return as the undisputed heir of The Sinclair Family.

After arranging everything for his sister, the first thing he did was go to her university.

He sat in a café she often visited for the entire day, contemplating countless opening lines for their reunion.

The coffee in his hand went cold and then reheated, as he thought of countless ways to greet her, as nervous as a young lad.

But he didn’t get the chance to speak.

He just saw her holding flowers, smiling, and running under the umbrella of another man.

That man was Zion Pence.

The wind blew in through the window, lifting his tie.

The embroidered swallow on it was vividly lively.

His swallow had flown away.

He started frantically investigating Zion Pence.

In the restaurants they dated, he would take the seat they had occupied.

In the cinema where they watched movies, he would buy tickets for the same showtime.

Knowing Zion Pence was starting a business, he anonymously invested a significant amount of money.

He feared there wasn’t enough money, that she would suffer alongside him.

Later he heard she gave up her dream of painting to support Zion Pence, joining his company, which infuriated him to reclaim his investment immediately.

Yet, thinking again, she must be having a hard time now. He couldn’t add more chaos to her life.

Later she founded Lunar Lotus Studio, and he quietly invested in the nearby commercial street just to drive business her way.

He thought for the rest of his life, he could only watch her from afar like this.

Until that time after the social engagement, he witnessed Zion Pence tangled and kissing Mia Chapelle in the car!

The person he held dear on his heart for ten years, even thinking touching her was a luxury, was so lowly betrayed!

"Crash into it." He calmly ordered the driver.

Later, he personally collected all the evidence and sent it anonymously to Holly Crowe’s inbox.

He didn’t know if it was the right thing to do, but he knew he couldn’t just watch her remain in the dark.

And this, was his only chance.

He was ready to be resented by her, yet unexpectedly, he saw her crashing into his arms wearing a wedding dress.

Holding her, looking at her reddened eyes, his heart was both aching and joyous.

After ten years, his little swallow had finally flown back to his side.

Yet, within this joy of regaining what was lost, there was always a hidden fear.

His love had been tainted with guilt from the very beginning, making him extremely cautious, constantly fearing gain and loss.

He feared she would remember, that once she knew the truth, she would hate him, blame him, and leave him once more.

So, he would rather she forever forgot the past, forgot that "Yarrow."

Just be Blake Sinclair’s wife.

And those guilt feelings, he would slowly repay for a lifetime.