Once morning arrived, I would leave Louisiana and leave Eulalie.
By then, someone would naturally come and deal with the child in her stomach.
I took one final look at Eulalie and spoke calmly, without feeling, “Eulalie, you will regret this.”
“Because you forgot who it was that gave you everything you have.”
Eulalie wanted to speak, but Percy stopped her.
She kept on looking, and in the end, she still didn’t come after me.
She only left behind one sentence, “Wait for me. I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow.”
There would be no tomorrow.
The moonlight spread like water, laying pale light across the ground.
Dragging my tired body, I walked alone toward the port.
During the last few hours, I paid the nanny her salary and asked her to sort out the old things that Eulalie and I once shared.
After that, I stayed by myself and waited for sunrise.
When the morning light appeared, a private jet stopped in front of me.
“Eldest young master, I am here to take you back home.”
As the plane passed over the city, everything from the past slowly faded away.
From that moment on, Eulalie and I, separated by different lands, would never meet again for the rest of our lives.
….
While she was sleeping, Eulalie was suddenly pulled out of bed.
As a bowl of abortion medicine was forced down her throat, the child she had waited for so long quickly became a pool of ruined flesh.
She stared in angry fear at the men dressed in black who had broken into the hotel.
Just as she was about to speak, a newspaper was thrown down in front of her.
Staring carefully, it clearly said, “First son of the Gambling King enters marriage with the daughter of a shipping tycoon.”
“Many Vermont business owners announce withdrawal of funds and returning to Vermont; the Vargas Group is about to face a major loss.”
