LittleNovelChapter 419:
Vincent was sleeping when a phone call woke him up. To be honest, for many years, he hadn't slept well at night.
He could only sleep during the day or after midnight.
At other times, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would see the scene of him leaving that year. Now that he
recalled what had happened back then, it felt as if it had just happened yesterday. He didn’t forget the pain, the
wounds, the hatred, and his reluctance.
From a certain point of view, he felt sorry for his mother and sister. Most of the time, he felt guilty. After all, he
had not done many things he should have done. He longed for freedom and harbored hatred for David and
Isabella, but even in his anger, he did not lose his mind.
The matter had nothing to do with his sister and mother. He had been away for so many years, so he felt very
irresponsible.
He was ashamed and didn’t want to face them, but there weren't many opportunities for him to make up for it.
The phone rang. It was a call from the hospital.
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“Hello, Mr. Pitcher? Madam Grace may not be able to make it. She is in the emergency room now. Please come
here immediately.”
After hanging up the phone, Vincent was still in a daze. How could this be? How could his mother suddenly fall
seriously ill? Could it be that God would not even give him a chance to atone for his mistakes? Why? Vincent
sped to the hospital.
When he arrived at the emergency room, Stella and RK were sitting anxiously by the side...
Stella heard a noise. As soon as she looked up, she saw several men in suits and leather shoes hurrying over.
Who were these people? Did they cto see Grandma? Did Grandma know these people?
Stella had a vague feeling that her doubts would be resolved that night. She stood up and looked carefully at the
person in front of her. He seemed like family, very familiar. She felt she had seen him somewhere, yet it also felt
as if she had never met him before.
Who exactly was he?
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Oh, yes, Grandma's photo. This man looked very similar to her uncle in the picture. However, the person in front
of her appeared mature and composed. If she didn’t look closely, she wouldn't be able to recognize him as the
young boy from that year.
“Are you... my uncle?” Stella asked tentatively.
“Yes, Stella, | am your uncle. How is your grandmother?” Vincent didn’t waste tand directly asked about
Grace's condition.
“I don’t know. She is still in the emergency room.” Stella looked back at the lights in the emergency room.
“Uncle, why didn’t you cback to see us? Do you still hate...”
“No, no, | don’t dare to see you again.”
As Vincent spoke, his face was full of shame. “It waswho was unfilial. | left without saying a word. | am sorry
for what I did to all of you.”
“Uncle... | thought you wouldn't forgive her...” Stella said, tears welling in her eyes. “Mom... she always thought
that you hated her.”
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“No, how could I? You are my closest relatives. How could | hate you? It's just that I realized it too late.” He
hoped he could see his mother again and say a few words to her. He prayed that she would be alright.
RK and Vincent nodded slightly to each other as a greeting. There was still sconnection between them, but
it was not the right tto chat about the past. The most important thing at this moment was Grace’s health.
After several long hours, Grace was finally pushed out of the emergency room. The doctors and nurses appeared
exhausted and downcast.
“I'm sorry. You should begin to prepare yourselves. I'm afraid the patient won't live beyond this week,” the
doctor said, patting Vincent's shoulder.
Since Vincent was a child, whether watching TV or something else, he hated hearing people apologize when he
was in the hospital. Those words often signified a person’s despair. He was most unwilling to hear such words
and didn’t want to hear them at all.
He would rather be the one lying there than his mother. Unfortunately, he couldn't change things. In the world,
many circumstances couldn’t be undone or reversed. Regret was often the most useless feeling, but everyone
experienced it.
Many people felt this way—no, perhaps everyone did. Regret was much more common than relief. There were
often far more people who had regrets than those who didn’t. The only thing people could do was accept reality.
Vincent felt regret—deep regret, immense regret. Who could tell him what he should do to feel less regretful and
guilty?
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