Late Affection Is Not Worthy for Anyone

3

I wanted to do as I imagined. I wanted to rush up and fight, scolding Alyssa for being Yves' mistress.

I wanted to let her leave my husband.

But I could not.

I had a tumor in my head that could explode at any time.

From that day on, Yves, who used to forget himself when working, started to go home on time.

My heart was hollowed out.

But I still took care of his daily life as before.

I was waiting for him to give me an explanation.

But I never got a single word.

It was that monthly meeting time with my father, Quinn Young, again.

I usually tried to put it off, but now I thought I should meet him.

After all, we met less and less each time in the human world.

He was the only person in the world who was related to me by blood.

He was a cruel person.

But he was my father.

There were two more people at this meeting than before.

A young woman was with a boy of three or four years old.

I couldn't understand why she, who looked two or three years younger than me, would commit herself to a man like Quinn who could be her father.

"Five million dollars."

His hair was half gray, but one could still vaguely see how handsome he was when he was young. "Chloe, give me another five million dollars, and I'll transfer all the shares of the company to you."

The company that Yves and I were currently running was developed based on Quinn's company that was once on the verge of bankruptcy.

The money he took from me over the years was enough to buy ten more of that company.

Five million dollars. I couldn't believe he said that.

The little boy nestled timidly in the woman's arms.

Looking at the face that somewhat resembled mine, I couldn't help but think that he must be hugged by my father often.

What did it feel like to be loved and cared for by my father?

I had no idea.

I used to work very hard, and I would be happy for a long time if he gave me an appreciative look.

But now, I really wanted to say to him, "Dad, please hug me. I don't want to die without ever being held by you..."

My head started to ache again.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Quinn said anxiously, "Chloe, I'm too old to work anymore. And your brother is still young. There will be many places where we will need money in the future..."

I didn't even listen to him finish his words. I answered directly, "Next Monday, I will transfer the money to you."

I promised to give him money, and he seemed very happy.

He talked all the way from the restaurant to the underground parking lot with a kind smile on his face, which made me feel for a moment that the fatherly love he gave me was real.

I didn't say a word to that woman.

She seemed very afraid of me.

Why was she afraid of me? I wouldn't do anything.

"Liam, don't run!" The woman shouted.

The little boy ran towards Quinn.

It turned out that my younger brother's name was Liam.

Even though he and I were more than 20 years apart, it was one more person who was related to me by blood.

People who were about to die always envied young lives.

I reached out and tried to touch his hair.

But the sudden sound of brakes touched the nerves of all of us.

A car came rushing from the side road. And the person stood on the outermost side was Liam.

The incident took only a few seconds, and I was pushed out.

There were screams and brake sounds.

The wheels stopped on my coat.

"What are you doing?

"If you don't want to live, go find another place to die! Don't harm others!"

The driver's curses brought me back to my senses.

Quinn was standing not far from me. And the woman behind him was hugging Liam tightly, still in shock.

I was pushed out to block the car for my brother.

Quinn took several seconds to react, staring at his hands in shock, as if he didn't understand why he did that.

"Chloe!"

Quinn ran over quickly and tried to help me up.

I didn't know why I just cried just looking at him.

I didn't cry very often.

I didn't cry when he divorced my mother. I didn't cry when the kids in the alley called me an unwanted bastard and threw mud at me. I didn't cry when Alyssa bullied me so much.

But he pushed me.

I cried uncontrollably.

"Quinn, you are not my father anymore."

3

It felt like there was a chainsaw inside my head, splitting my brain in half.

I saw a double vision out of control.

I was sitting on the sofa in a daze and didn't even hear the sound of Yves coming back and closing the door.

"Chloe!"

"What's wrong with you?" His voice was very urgent, and he almost rushed to me from the door.

Only then did I realize that my hands and knees were covered in blood. And my dress and coat were stained with blood. I looked in a terrible state.

I looked at Yves' anxious face and said, "Yves, I will be alone from now on."

But Yves hugged me and said, "Girl, you will not be alone. You still have me."

Somehow my eyes became hurt again. "Yves, do you love me?"

He held me for a while. And I heard him say, "I do."

I asked, "Will this love last long?"

"I will love you forever."

I slowly tightened my grip on Yves' shoulders, using all my strength.

The firmness in his tone made me waver for a moment.

After eight years of companionship, it was impossible for us not to care about each other.

The subtle fragrance from his body penetrated into my nostrils.

I pushed Yves suddenly, and he fell to the ground. He looked at me in surprise and confusion.

"Chloe, what?"

I stood up slowly. I should take painkillers. The steps that were once familiar to me were no longer clear to me.

The pain from the brain tumor seemed to have cast an invisible membrane between me and the world.

Later, Yves seemed to rush up and hug me.

I couldn't remember clearly. If I still had the strength, I would ask him, "Yves, why did you lie to me?

"Can't you just love me only?

"My life was very short, only twenty-six years."