Love You Till the End

Chapter 13 Blood from a Sore Spot

Time went by, Justin's temper grew more and more irritable, and many times he found himself with an

uncontrollable urge to turn the city of J City upside down.

The name Lucia burrowed into his head day and night, and no matter how much he tried to calm his

mind, it didn't help.

He definitely would not go to places where Lucia had stayed.

When he used to go back to the Sutton’s every week with Lucia, they would stay in the suite on the

third floor. It was a place that smelled like Lucia, and he couldn't stay there, fidgeting.

Justin blasted his way to "Blue Forest Court".

Blue Forest Court was a house where Lucia's mother's ashes were placed.

The maid guarding Blue Forest Court was still amiable. She didn't know about Lucia's departure, but

kept asking Justin to bring her there next time and asking when they were planning to have a child.

Justin did not want to mention the word of "child", for it had become a taboo in his heart.

He went upstairs to the altar.

Justin saw the letter box on the incense stand, all of which were letters handwritten by Lucia to her

mother.

--

Mom,

Their varsity basketball team competed again today and won the championship. I knew they would win

for he is in the team. He is awesome, I like him.

He's my dream. Mom, please bless me with my dream!

--

Mom,

When I plowed him out of the rubble with my bare hands last month after the earthquake in C Province,

my heart broke with pain, I was so afraid he would die. But then when I woke up, it turned out to be a

fact that it was Esther who saved him, so maybe it was indeed Esther who saved him after I was

knocked unconscious by the slab.

I do not care he does not love me, what does it matter if the person who saved him is me? Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Anyway, after he and Esther got together, I don’t want to appear in front of them. Feeling inferiority

complex is really bitter ......

--

Mom,

You once we are a good match.

But I was not worthy of him. To marry him, I gave up the family's inheritance to compensate for Esther,

so I had no dowry and was sneered at in my in-laws.

But I love him, and I chose to marry him, I have to insist ......

--

Mom,

I was sick yesterday with a fever of 42 degrees, I called him and he said he was busy and told me to

take care of it myself.

I cried when he hung up the phone.

I was proud in front of everything, but inferior to him. I dare not say that I did not feel well, for fear that

he would say I'm pretentious and look down on me ......

I felt so helpless and miserable ......

--

Mom,

He came back from drinking yesterday, threw up, I didn't want to bother with him, for he did not care

about me last month.

But in the end I still cleaned him up, changed his clothes, fed him with honey water; I was afraid he

would get sick and I would be heartbroken.

I couldn't be cruel, I like him like a bitch. Obviously he never put me in his eyes, God, I deserved it, I

deserved it ......

--

Mom,

Miss you so much.

You're not around me, I don't have a hug to snuggle into, I feel so lonely, like I have nowhere to go.

Maybe someday I'll die on the road and probably no one will collect my body, much less feel sorry for

me ......

Mom, I'm all alone ......

I want to go to you, at least, you love me ......

......

Justin read all the letters, his body like suddenly turned into a paper sheet, a breath could make it

shake. His breathing and fingers were trembling, in panic, he wanted to put the letter into the envelope,

but one by one they fell on the ground. He tried to pick them up, but failed.

If he had known that he would be too distraught to stand after reading, he would not have read it.

All the suppressed emotions he'd been feeling all year had finally found an outlet; he missed her

deadly.

For over a decade, he'd gotten used to her chatter, to her pestering, to her aggression, and even more

to the love she gave.

And now everything was gone ......

So this was what heartache felt like, every tiny hair turned into a steel needle, densely packed down

the pores all over his body.

Lucia's name was like a pen handwriting that had been written on his chest, and he didn't bother with it.

The color grew darker and darker, and it grew into a tattoo that didn't hurt and stuck to his heart. He'd

long been used to it, but now it was being plucked out with a knife.

When he looked down to find the mark, he could no longer find it, seeing only blood dripping, and it hurt

a lot ......