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Jasmine went to the Hudson Group to see him for the last time.
“This is 1,000,000 dollars, to cover all the damages from the car accident.”
“From now on, I owe you nothing.”
Zachary looked up at her, but said nothing.
After waiting a long time for a response, she finally couldn’t help herself and looked up at the man sitting in the president’s chair.
Their eyes met, and after so long apart, it was the first time she didn’t look away, but instead gazed at him greedily and endlessly.
He had really changed a lot.
The boy who once wore a blue and white school uniform, cold and aloof like a pine tree, had now become a man in a suit, steady and dignified.
He was successful and famous, drove a limited edition luxury car, had a beautiful fiancée, and everyone who saw him respectfully called him “Mr. Hudson.”
He had everything.
How wonderful.
How wonderful, Zachary,
As she looked at him, a faint, moist smile appeared in her eyes.
Zachary finally spoke, “You’re leaving me, and you’re this happy?”
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He seemed afraid to hear her answer. The next moment, he spoke again, and his voice actually began to tremble.
“Jasmine, have you ever, even for a day, regretted your choice back then?”
Regret?
No matter how many times she was asked, her answer was always the same: no regrets.
She was sorry, but she did not regret it.
She thought, “Zachary, maybe in the next life. In the next life, I want to be born into a clean, warm family, and then meet you again.”
She didn’t answer his question, just curled her lips: “Mr. Hudson is so successful now, you must not be short of money. Could you lend me 10,000 dollars? If you do, I promise I will never appear in your world again.”
Hearing this, Zachary was stunned.
But after a moment, he laughed.
As he laughed, he leaned back in his chair and covered his eyes with his hand
No one knew how long he laughed. When he finally opened his eyes to look at her, his eyes were red,
He pulled out a wad of cash from the drawer and threw it at her, speaking each word as if squeezing them out through his teeth.
“Jasmine, get out of my world forever!”
Jasmine curled her lips, bent down, and picked up the money from the floor one bill at a time.
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It took her exactly five minutes and twenty seconds to pick up all the
money.
And those five minutes and twenty seconds were the last moments in this life that she and her Zachary spent alone together.
It was beautiful, hard to let go, but she had to leave.
Just as she was about to stand up, Zachary’s phone suddenly rang.
“Mr. Hudson, something’s wrong. Ms. Walsh accidentally fell down the stairs and is bleeding heavily. Please come to the hospital right away.”
Hearing this, Zachary’s expression changed. He grabbed his coat and car keys and rushed out.
Just as he was about to step out of the office, she couldn’t help but call out to him again.
“Zachary.”
But this time, he was too busy going to see his fiancée. He didn’t look back at all, disappearing completely from her world.
She blinked, and tears fell from her eyes.
“Congratulations on your wedding.”
“And, goodbye forever.”
Jasmine walked out of the Hudson Group building, took a cab straight to the sea burial agency.
After paying the final balance, she was
Pout to return to her rented
apartment when suddenly, a screech of brakes sounded in her ears.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and in the next second, her whole body
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was struck by an out–of–control truck and thrown more than ten meters
away.
With a loud bang, she heard the sound of bones breaking.
Her internal organs shifted in her chest, and bright red blood gushed from her mouth, ears, and nose.
But she didn’t feel any pain, only that her soul was floating lightly up to the sky.
Slowly, she merged with the crimson clouds.
Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, but Jasmine still had a trace of consciousness, able to hear the chaotic sounds around her.
Someone walked up to her, opened her eyes to look at her dilated pupils.
“You brought this on yourself. If you die, don’t blame me.”
When she regained consciousness again, she felt herself being lifted onto a stretcher and sent to the hospital.
All around her were noisy voices–doctors, nurses, passersby.
“Dr. Sullivan, what should we do? This patient has lost too much blood, but today Mr. Hudson’s fiancée is also hospitalized with massive bleeding. For her safety, Mr. Hudson has taken all the blood in the city.”
“A life is at stake. Hurry and call Mr. Hudson to see if we can get a little blood. This patient was hit so badly, it’s a tragedy.”
She was briefly conscious for a moment, and soon heard that familiar voice coming from the loudspeaker.
It was Zachary.
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After the doctor explained the situation, he refused almost without hesitation.
“No, my fiancée needs this blood. I’ll have my assistant send 1,000,000 dollars over. You can get blood from another city to save her.”
“Mr. Hudson, our patient is bleeding heavily and is in late–stage cancer. She definitely won’t last until the blood arrives. You…”
“Then don’t save her! She’s going to die anyway! I just want my fiancée to be safe!”
He shouted these words harshly, then hung up the phone without mercy.
Hearing the beeping tone, Jasmine managed a faint smile on her face.
In the last ten seconds of her life, she seemed to hear the alarm of the heart monitor.
Soon, terrified voices echoed around her, but she could no longer hear or see anything. All she felt was the slight itch as warm blood slid over her skin.
Blood pooled beneath her, gathering like water, gently supporting her body.
She closed her eyes, and it was as if she could hear the sound of ocean
waves.
Zachary, it’s wonderful. She’s going to sleep forever beneath the sea.
Her words became a prophecy.
We will never meet again.
Lateefa Khanam is a spirited writer who finds freedom in horse riding. She cherishes her mare and the newborn foal, calling them her little happy family.
