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Chapter 220
“thought dying for love was only an ancient legend, but I didn’t expect someone to actually do it,
Ethan’s words trickled into Eleanor’s ears, striking her heart, leaving her in disbelief.
She struggled to sit up from the bed, exhausting all her strength, but was unable to move
Tears welled up in her eyes as she fixed her gaze on Ethan, her mouth opening to finally utter
fragmented words, “1. dreamt, he… didn’t.. die……”
She indeed dreamt of Garett kneeling in front of a grave and shooting himself, but someone had saved
him.
She couldn’t believe that Garett was dead. He had promised her to take care of Halley, how could he
just follow her in death
Ethan put away his phone, looking at her with a hint of sympathy. “This news was broadcast on
television two years ago, while you were unconscious. Your body reacted strongly at the time, but you
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdidn’t wake up. I guess you must have heard the news of his death, couldn’t accept it, and thus
fabricated a beautiful dream in your subconscious mind”
Eleanor didn’t believe she had created a dream. How could such a vivid dream be fabricated?!
A million denials crossed her mind, yet tears uncontrollably streamed down her cheeks.
Garett had once said, if she died, he would commit suicide at her grave, and not live alone.
She remembered that before she died, he told her he would give her an explanation. Was this his
explanation?
Was Garett really dead? What about Hailey? She was her only family left in this world.
And what about her? She was saved, but he died. What should she do?
Eleanor wept until she broke down. Her immobilized body, due to intense shock, showed some
reactions
She moved her fingers, extending them towards Ethan. Phone.”
She wanted to call Garett to tell him that she wasn’t dead
Seeing her tear-streaked face, Ethan slightly frowned, “You can’t accept it?”
Eleanor had no strength left to speak, she just shed tears, pleading Ethan to show some mercy and
make a call for her
Something seemed to touch Ethan, he relaxed his brow, took out his phone, and asked her, “Number?”
Eleanor opened her mouth, laboriously and recited the number she knew by heart to him
Ethan, surprisingly patient, quietly waited for her to finish before dialing.
Soon, an automated female voice sounded on the other end, “Sorry, the number you dialed is switched
off”
Ethan put down the phone and raised an eyebrow at Eleanor, ‘It’s turned off.”
Being switched off didn’t prove that Garett was dead. She wanted to call Hailey. “Another number”
Just as Ethan was about to put his phone back in his pocket, hearing that she had another number, he
showed a hint of impatience, “I’m not your se rvant.” Eleanor didn’t respond, she just stared at him with
teary eyes until he took out his phone again, then she withdrew her gaze.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe slowly gave Hailey’s number to Ethan, who quickly dialed it after entering it.
“Sorry, the number you dialed is switched off.”
Hearing the automated voice again, Eleanor suddenly felt a sense of despair and her tears flowed
uncontrollably
She wished she could get up and run back to find them immediately, but she was unable to move in her
current state.
Seeing the despair in her eyes, Ethan couldn’t help but offer a comforting lie, “You’ve been
unconscious for two years, maybe they changed their
numbers.”
His words sparked a glimmer of hope in Eleanor. Yes, she had been unconscious for so long, things
must have changed, changing numbers was normal.
With this thought in mind, she mustered the strength to ask Ethan again, “How much longer until
recover?”
Ethan, fiddling with his phone, replied nonchalantly, Tm not a doctor, how would I know?”
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