Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 653

My mind had been buzzing. But when I saw Irvin collapse heavily, it instantly went blank. It wasn't until he grabbed my leg tightly that I snapped out of my daze and subconsciously lowered my head to look down at him.

He used to be a spirited young man. But now, he was coughing up blood.

Irvin had wanted to join us on vacation. He had also been so busy lately that he hadn't even had time to dye his hair. Because of this, the white at his temples was now glaringly obvious.

With much effort, Irvin choked out, "Emi… From… From now on… I might not… be able… to stay… by your… and the kids' sides… anymore… Forget… the pain… of the past… and be brave… Accept William… He… He deserves you…"

He had once wanted to drag me into death with him. Who would've thought that one day—when he felt close to dying—he wouldn't be doing so or want me to remember him always. Instead, he used his final words to ask me to be with another man.

Irvin knew I no longer dared to love because of the pain he had inflicted on me. Now, he wanted me to let go of that pain and love again. He wanted me to be brave and find happiness again.

I stared at him and opened my mouth, but no words came. I could only cry uncontrollably.

All along, I had always wanted Irvin to live well. He had once meant so much to me and had also been my savior. I truly wanted him to be okay, and especially not get hurt again from trying to save me.

But fate was always cruel. As soon as Irvin finished speaking, his hand went limp, and he lost consciousness.

The twins cried even harder. He had been so, so good to them, and they loved him dearly. He had once told them about the terrible mistake he had made and how he had hurt me. That was why their parents didn't live together like other children's families.

They could accept that their parents weren't like other children's parents. However, they couldn't accept a world without their father. They just couldn't…

The twins' high intelligence had shown itself as early as when they were a year old. They normally didn't cry even if they fell, and they also feared nothing.

When William arrived and saw us like this, his heart ached in a way that he couldn't even begin to describe.

Most people were more likely to give up on a situation the more hopeless it seemed. Instead, he had poured his heart into it despite knowing he didn't have a chance.

And it wasn't only toward me but toward the twins as well. William had been utterly sincere and genuinely cared for them.

Approaching us, he wanted to say something to me. But in a moment like this, what could words possibly do? In the end, he could only pat me gently on the shoulder.

Then, he bent down and turned toward the twins. He wanted to take them away to get some rest. However, both of them shook their heads firmly.