No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 336

In that moment, he thought that having a brother wasn't as bad as he'd imagined.

As Thorne was leaving, he looked up and asked, "Brother, when I'm older, can I come back and see you again?"

As if by some strange impulse, York nodded.

The boy stood in the sunlight, his two canine teeth showing as he grinned with pure joy.

Then Thorne was gone, leaving behind the blue and white school uniform jacket.

Four years later, the Ferguson family received news of his accidental death.

He had died in a foreign country, in the winter of his eighteenth year.

Just hours before, York had received a message from him.

Thorne had told him that the next day would be his eighteenth birthday. He said he was going to buy his own plane ticket to come home and see his brother.

The basketball he had secretly gotten signed by a star player was still locked in his closet, its owner never to return.

Hearing familiar footsteps outside, York put the uniform jacket back in the wardrobe.

If there was more to Thorne's death, he would see it through to the end. To be worthy of the word 'brother' he had called him.

When Claudia saw York emerge from the walk-in closet, she noticed his expression was off. She hesitated for a second before turning away, ignoring him.

Seeing her coldness, York didn't say anything, just went out to the balcony to smoke in silence.

After her shower, Claudia sat at her vanity, working on a small craft.

York came in and stood beside her.

He hesitated for a long moment before speaking. "Claudia, if there was something I needed you to face with me, would you be willing?"

Their eyes met. York's were bloodshot. His Adam's apple bobbed as he reached for her hand. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

Claudia pulled her hand away and placed the small pendant in his.

"I drew a picture of our child and used AI to create a photo, which I sealed inside this crystal pendant," she told him.

"York, you're so benevolent, with a heart big enough for even a fake son. Your real son is cold. Surely you can warm him up, right?"

With that, she turned and walked away.

At the bedroom door, she glanced back. York was slumped in the vanity chair, his eyes red as he clutched the crystal pendant tightly to his chest.

Claudia turned away, her face a mask of indifference.

With his top-tier education, York would know that crystal is one of the worst conductors of heat. He could hold that pendant with the baby's photo for a lifetime, and he would never be able to warm it.