Chapter 77


    Chapter 77 Why Are You So Naive?


    As night fell, the moonlight flickered intermittently under the cover of the overcast clouds.


    The thick clouds, much like Eileen’s emotions, were oppressive and suffocating, making her feel


    breathless.


    She felt like a cat that had just been bullied and abandoned, wandering the streets, unsure of where to


    go.


    Despite the vastness of the world, Eileen didn’t know where she truly belonged.


    He emerged from the darkness. Eileen didn’t receive his response; all she heard was the sound of the


    wind through the phone.


    Hearing the steady and strong footsteps, Eileen looked in the direction of the sound. Her eyes were


    filled with tears, and through them, his ck silhouette seemed somewhat indistinct.


    Her phone was still pressed to her ear until he approached. At that point, Eileen’s strength waned, and


    the phone slipped from her grasp. The blood flowing from her arm was slowly starting to dry.


    Having lost too much blood, Eileen’splexion turned pale. Now, her whole body radiated. despair.


    Eileen clutched his suit pants, her breathing fast as she demanded, “Why? Eric, what exactly did I do


    wrong for you to treat me like this?”


    I love you so deeply, so why do you keep making me sad and upset?


    “Eileen, sometimes it’s not Swire to be too clever!” Eric bent down, gripping her face with one hand.


    “Were you nning to use the Smith family to escape the clutches of the Swan family? Why are you


    always so naive?”


    “Eric, I know you don’t like me, so I’ve already let go. What else do you want from me? If you wanted


    me dead from the start, why did you save me that time? I’m really in a lot of pain…. I’m begging you,


    please stop tormenting me, okay?”


    Eric narrowed his sharp eyes, his tone icy. “Call me brother!”


    “You’re not my brother! All the kindness you showed me before was fake! You’re not worthy to be my


    brother!” Eileen screamed hysterically. The fear had passed, and now there was only grief and


    indignation in her heart, along with a sense of helplessness against fate.


    “You are forbidden from approaching anyone from the Smith family in the future. If you


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    disobey… You know the consequences.”


    On her long eyshes, tiny pearls of tears glistened. Seeing her current state, one couldn’t help but


    feel immense pity.


    Eileen, clutching her arm, leaned on the nearby railing and shakily rose to her feet.


    She dared not meet his gaze, her eyes cast down to the ground. With her uninjured left hand, she


    wiped away the tears from both eyes. “I understand,” she said. “Today, Jasper was just apanying


    me to the art exhibition. There’s nothing between him and me. I won’t tell. Dad about what happened


    tonight. After today, I’ll act as if nothing ever happened. Are you satisfied now?”


    “Call me brother!” His tone was harsh and upromising, his gaze cold. “Eileen, don’t make me


    repeat myself.”


    Eileen sneered, “Brother? Do you think what you’ve done to me is what a brother would do? I treat you


    like my brother, yet time and again, you’ve tried to take my life! I’ve said it before that I really don’t like


    you, and I wasn’t joking. Also, all this about using the Smith family? I’ve never thought about doing that.


    From the moment I decided to go to Lumiose, I never nned oning back. Eric, I stopped wanting


    you a long time ago. I don’t need or want Dad, and I don’t need that family either. That’s why you


    should stop picking on me!”


    Eileen’s tone was like a petnt child’s.


    Her voice was soft and gentle, devoid of any intimidation.


    The result was that it made others want to bully her more.


    Eric quietly watched as she turned around, heading in the opposite direction of Unde Mansion. She


    walked with a limp, and he had no idea where she was going.


    On this pitch-ck road, there was no one else but her.


    Eileen was wearing a thin ck sweater. One of her hands waspletely covered in blood, and her


    phone had been left on the ground.


    Eric stood still, his dark and deep gaze like the night itself as he watched her retreating figure.


    In less than half a minute, he noticed the figure in front of him copse to the ground.


    As if it was expected, he didn’t rush to pick her up.


    He was like a beast prowling in the darkness, moving toward his prey.


    You fool!


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    Even if Will knew, what difference would it make? It’s all toote now!


    Eric picked up Eileen, who had fainted from the excessive blood loss. She was so light she was almost


    weightless.


    The moment he lifted her up, a ke of icy-cold kended on Eric’s nose, melting under the warmth


    of his skin.


    He looked up, unaware of when it had started to snow heavily.


    The snowkes lingered on the ground for a while before melting.


    The first year Eric joined the Swan family, eight-year-old Eileen had eximed, “Brother, look quickly.


    It’s snowing!”


    Three yearster, eleven-year-old Eileen had suggested, “Brother, shall we go outside and build a


    snowman? I like you the best!”


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    Another few yearster, eighteen-year-old Eileen had said, “Brother, if it snows in Hulbury this year, I


    will confess my feelings to you. Will you be with me then?”


    Eileen, you’ve done nothing wrong!


    The only mistake you made was that you were born into the Swan family.


    What you’re experiencing now is just the beginning…


    Eileen wandered aimlessly in the darkness, unaware of how long she had been walking.


    She felt like a soulless puppet, devoid of her own thoughts as her body was manipted. Suddenly, a


    light appeared before her, and she walked toward it.


    Gradually, consciousness began to return to her.


    The person lying on the bed gasped.


    As the person stared at the grey ceiling above, a scent both strange and familiar filled the air- the


    subtle fragrance of camellia.


    Eileen looked to her left, where a man in a ck woolen sweater sat by the bed. He had a calm


    demeanor, handsome features, and soft lines that defined his face. There was a mysterious aura about


    him that made her wonder if she was imagining him.


    Why am I here?


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    “Mr. Snow, what happened to Eileen? How did she suddenly get injured? She was perfectly fine just


    yesterday.”


    It was Sharon who spoke.


    “I’m awake…


    Sharon approached with a bowl of soup, her eyes filled with concern as she gazed at Eileen. “Are you


    alright, dear? Please don’t move! Mr. Snow is tending to your


    wounds.”


    Eric was stitching up her wound without any anesthesia.


    Vera held down her other hand, fearing that she might move recklessly. “Eric, maybe we should take


    Eileen to the hospital.”


    Eileen’s hand clenched tightly into a fist as the pain intensified. It felt as though the flesh on her arm


    was being torn off.


    Eric replied, “I’ll be finished soon.”


    Eileen remained silent, patiently waiting for him toplete the task.


    Even though he could have taken me to the hospital, he chose to bring me here instead….


    What is he nning?


    Vera held Eileen’s cold hand and expressed concern, “Eric, Eileen’s hand is so cold. Could you please


    bring the nket from my room for her?”


    Eileen closed her eyes. Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, she felt dizzy and nauseous.


    Sharon felt heartbroken. “Are you still feeling unwell, Eileen? Have some soup. It might provide some


    relief.”


    The spoon was brought to Eileen’s lips, and she opened her mouth to swallow the soup. Looking at


    Sharon, she said, “I apologize for causing you worry, Sharon. Rest assured, I’ll be fine. I just need


    some rest.”


    “What did you do to end up like this, you foolish child?”