Chapter 445


    Chapter 445 What Was the Meaning of Coming Back?


    I shook my head slightly, surprised at how quickly she knew about my situation at the border. I couldn’t


    help but say, “You…”


    “Emma.” It was the olddy’s voice.


    She slowly approached Emma, with Dale apanying her. Even though she called Emma’s name,


    her gaze was indeed on me. It wasn’t as affectionate as before. Looking at me, the olddy asked.


    “How has Ms. Conner’s health been recovering?”


    This voice, cold and unfamiliar, I vaguely felt something was wrong, but still looked at her and said,


    “Much better, Grandma, I came to see Walter, is he… okay?”


    The olddy looked at me, displeasure especially evident on her wrinkled face, “Do you think he would


    be okay after finding his long- lost rtive dead and mutted after ten years of searching?”


    My heart gave a sudden jolt. Had Stanley and the olddy spoken?


    Had Walter woken up?


    With a bitter heart, I knew that Elliott’s death was somehow rted to me. Now, the only thing I could


    do and say was, “I’m sorry.”


    “So, you admit it then, you killed Walter’s father?” The olddy spoke, her voice cold and harsh, barely


    restrained, yet filled with absolute fury


    I lowered my head, gripping my hands tightly, nodding with difficulty I wished more than anyone that


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    “Smack!” When the olddy’s p came down, I didn’t dodge and took it squarely.


    “Grandma.” Upon seeing this, Emma hurriedly opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but it


    seemed that she couldn’t find the words to plead for me, and could only remain silent again.


    The olddy was advanced in years, and though her body was not as it used to be, her strength did not


    lose to the young. When she pped me, all I felt was a burning pain on my cheek, with a faint taste of


    blood surging in my mouth.


    “Tabatha, over the years, the Hinton family may have wronged you, but I have done my best to make


    amends. You resent the Hinton family, you resent Walter for treating you poorly, but he has risked his


    life time and again to save and protect you. No matter how great your dissatisfaction, you should not


    have killed Walter’s father.” The olddy’s eyes welled up with tears as she spoke passionately. “He


    searched for his father for ten years, hoped for ten years, missed him for ten years, and you were so


    cruel as to not even leave his body intact. Tabatha, you are too ruthless.”


    My heart was torn with agony. How could I not know that Walter had been searching for ten years?


    They, father and son, were on the verge of meeting, just a few minutes away. They could have spoken


    to each other, Walter could have taken him home. But it was these few minutes that changed


    everything.


    The olddy’s words left me speechless. Her eyes reddened as she took a deep breath and looked at


    me, saying, “It’s toote for anything now. You should go. You and Walter are no longer husband and


    wife. You are no longer a daughter-inw of the Hinton family. In the future, don’t disturb Walter


    anymore. Let bygones be bygones, and let each of us live our own lives.”


    I knew she didn’t want me to see Walter, but I really wanted to see for


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    myself if he was okay. Looking at the indifferent olddy, I pleaded, “Grandma, I promise I won’t bother


    him anymore. Can’t I just see him once? As long as he’s fine, I won’t disturb you guys in the future.”


    The olddy frowned, looking at me displeased, “What good would it do to see him? If his life was in


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    danger, what could you do? If he was well, what difference would it make if I told you or you saw him?


    What, you want to see him, hoping that if he woke up, he would feel that you were in his heart, and


    ording to his liking, he would feel that he could absolve you of the sin of causing his father’s


    death?”


    I shook my head, feeling humiliated in my heart. Being shamed like this, I felt a sour and unbearable


    pain in my chest for a moment. Suppressing the pain, I nodded slightly, no longer insisting. I pursed my


    lips, took a few steps back, and bowed to the olddy, my voice choked as I said, “I’m sorry!”


    At this point, I didn’t know what else I could say, other than these three words.


    I turned and left the hospital, looking at the gloomy and cold sky of River City, I felt a sense of


    confusion before me. So, what was the meaning of my return?


    My mother resented me, was angry with me, and didn’t want me toe home. I was homeless.


    Walter’s life or death was unknown, and everyone was unwilling to see me. What was the point of me


    This city, to me now, was truly unfamiliar.


    “Tabatha!” Emma followed me out, handing me a tissue, looking at me with sympathy, “Wipe your


    tears.”


    I unconsciously wiped my face, only to realize that I was already in tears I hastily took the tissue from


    her hand, wiped my tears, and said.


    “Thank you.


    She sighed slightly, saying, “It’s cold outside, there’s a coffee shop across the street, shall we go in?”


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