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Antonio’s eyes suddenly turned red.
The diagnosis report, which was clearly placed in the bag, now seemed astonishingly hot.
His memory went back to three days ago.
In the cold corridor of the hospital, he tightly held the diagnosis report in his hand, with the words “stomach cancer” on it, which struck fear into his heart.
His hands couldn’t help but tremble, and the doctor’s words echoed in his ears.
“Long–term alcoholism, staying up late, coupled with emotional stress, the condition had already progressed to the advanced stage…”
How could this happen?
Antonio’s heart was filled with discontent.
He was only thirty years old, and his life had just begun. How could he suddenly be sentenced to “death“?
And Grace, she had not yet redeemed herself.
He suddenly remembered the days they had spent together.
He always socialized day and night, and Grace cooked soup to nourish him.
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The scorching summer frost never ceased.
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Every time he got drunk, Grace would faithfully bring him sobering soup and warm his stomach with well–cooked millet and yam porridge.
He had a stomach disease, and the doctor told him to avoid certain foods. Grace knew them all by heart and they would never appear on the dining table.
A sudden intense pain surged in my heart, as if countless fine needles were piercing into it. At the moment they were pulled out, blood gushed out.
He suddenly remembered his daughter, the baby who cried and called him daddy during countless sleepless nights.
Talia always blinked her bright, watery eyes and told him.
“Dad, you have to be good, you have to live a long life, I will take care of you when I grow up.”
“Dad, you have to be healthy and stay with me for a long, long time.”
Antonio’s face lost all color.
If life were coming to an end, his only wish would be to have Grace and Talia back by his side.
Grace looked at Antonio standing there, completely devoid of any emotions.
This man was deeply scheming and would stop at nothing.
Antonio stared at the tightly held hands of Grace and Zackery, his eyes filled with depth.
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He took a deep look back and got in the car.
A voice echoed in his mind.
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“It’s all because of Zackery, without him, Grace would come back to you.”
“Zackery was a cunning opportunist, he took away your wife, he took away the person you loved the most.”
Antonio’s eye sockets gradually turned crimson, blood surged, and the hand gripping the steering wheel turned slightly pale due to exertion.
“Let Zackery die.”
Antonio suddenly stepped on the accelerator, the screeching tires breaking the silence as the car raced towards Zackery.
Zackery was taken aback, wanting to avoid but it was already too late.
Just as the car was about to hit Zackery, a moment of hesitation suddenly flashed through Antonio’s mind, but he didn’t release the accelerator under his feet. The piercing sound of brakes cut through the air, and the world seemed to freeze in that moment.
He saw Grace standing in front of Zackery with a terrified expression on her face, while Zackery desperately tried to push her away.
Seeing the car stop, Grace collapsed to the ground as if all her strength had left her.
Antonio got out of the car, pain overflowing in his eyes.
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“Why?”
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Grace took a deep breath, the hatred in her eyes burning his
own.
“Antonio, even if I died, I would never let you harm Zackery.”
Zackery positioned himself protectively, blocking Grace from behind.
“Antonio, are you crazy? Grace was so close to me, what if you hurt her!”
Antonio stood still, staring at Grace and Zackery, they were so complete, so in love, it seemed like no one could come between them.
At this moment, he finally understood that he had completely lost Grace.
The two people had left for a long time, but Antonio was still standing there.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Antonio couldn’t help but cough, with a trace of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He slowly squatted down, holding his head in his hands. The drop of water that fell on the ground would never bloom into a flower again.
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