Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 45 Silent Farewell

Avery was certain that Jacob had been deeply affected by his sister's death. Two years had made him increasingly unstable. At that moment, he truly felt the urge to kill her and then join his sister! Isabella hadn't arrived yet, but in the distance, lights illuminated the scenery, and a car stopped not far from her.

With Jacob's intelligence, he would quickly realize she hadn't left and would come back to search for her. The car door opened, and the man hurriedly got out, looking around as if searching for something. Soon, he started walking in her direction. Avery, in a daze, stayed curled up in place, not daring to move, fingers tightly clutching her clothes.

As she heard his footsteps getting closer, Avery held her breath and closed her eyes in fear.

She had no idea what Jacob would do if he found her. Would he demand she pay with her life for Grace?

Her former lover had become unrecognizable, and today was the first time she felt fear. Her heart pounded irregularly with each step he took. She was scared, truly terrified!

The man's dress shoes made a squeaking sound on the snow as if it were the approaching footsteps of a grim reaper.

Avery's face turned pale. There was a hundred-year-old tree between them, and Jacob's movements came to a halt.

After waiting for a few seconds, she only heard the rustling sound of the man leaving. He hadn't discovered her. Avery finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, she noticed a few drops of bright red blood around her. Against the pristine white snow, they stood out starkly. How could he not have noticed her?

In those brief seconds of pause, Avery didn't know what he was thinking. It was evident, however, that he had let her go.

Avery cautiously peeked out, watching the man's departing figure under the moonlight. She couldn't see his expression, and a mist enveloped him.

She suddenly had a feeling perhaps this was his silent farewell.

When Isabella picked her up, Avery was shivering, still carrying some bloodstains. This startled Isabella, who exclaimed, "Did Jacob do this? I'll give that brat a good lesson even if it costs me my life! Being a billionaire doesn't make him superior, messing around in a marriage and abusing his wife. Tomorrow, I'll contact the gossip magazines and expose all his wrongdoings!"

Avery gave a wry smile and grabbed Isabella, who was about to dismantle the car bumper to smash Jacob's door.

"First, take me to the hospital. This has nothing to do with him. He doesn't know I'm sick."

"Sick? What kind of illness do you have?" Isabella asked in return.

"It's a long story. When you have time, I'll tell you slowly."

By the time Isabella rushed her to the hospital to attend to her wound and returned, it was already dawn.

Back in Avery's apartment, Isabella sat across from her with a stern expression. "Speak up. What are you keeping from me? How did you get that wound on your arm?" "Bella, you need to be mentally prepared for what I'm about to say."

Isabella casually lit a cigarette, looking a bit arrogant. "What? Underestimating your sister? I've been through all sorts of trials and tribulations. Just spill it. If it's too shocking, I'll write my name backward."

"I don't have much time left."

Isabella's hand froze with the cigarette, and she heard Avery say, "It's stomach cancer."

Isabella was stunned for a few seconds, then choked on the smoke, and when she finally recovered, she frantically extinguished the cigarette. She coughed, tears streaming down her face. Tears streaming down her face, she tremblingly extinguished the cigarette, but her fingers accidentally knocked over the cup on the table, resulting in a table full of spilled water. She quickly pulled out a tissue and hastily wiped everything in a frenzy. However, due to her excessive force, she ended up smearing everything from the table onto the floor.

One bottle of stomach medicine that hadn't been closed properly landed on the table, with a few pills scattered on the ground. The white bottle cap rolled around before slowly coming to a stop.