Chapter 314
Was it a hallucination?
That''s what Roxanne wondered as she stared, unblinking, at the very much alive Harrison standing
before her. She feared that a single flutter of her eyelids would shatter the illusion.
Her gaze was fixed, her body almost turned to stone, as tears began to swirl in her eyes, blurring her
vision of Harrison. Panic set in—was he just a figment of her imagination? She wiped her eyes
frantically.
She feared that he would vanish once her vision cleared, but there he was, still standing in front of her,
taking confident strides toward her. The sound of his approach, the gentle breeze that came with him
carrying a familiar scent. It all felt so real and yet so ethereal.
"Harrison, is it really you?" Roxanne whispered, terrified that even her voice could break the spell.
She looked at him with such a pitiful, longing gaze, silently pleading for the mirage to linger, to not fade
away so quickly.
Even a second more in his presence felt like immense sce.
Since hearing of the ne crash over twenty-four hours ago, every second had felt like an eternity in a
deste epoch. Roxanne didn''t know how she had endured.
She felt a despair so deep it was akin to death.
Yet for Vincent and Ang, she had to feign strength. She convinced herself to eat, to sleep, to muster
the energy to care for Vincent, who was even more heartbroken, and to shield Ang from her own
fragility.
She was so very tired, at the end of her tether.
And she was close to breaking.
Was this vision a mercy from the heavens, a sce in her time of grief?
Across the room, Vincent and Zoey, along with the other staff, watched in disbelief as Harrison
appeared. No one dared to speak, eyes widened in surprise.
Roxanne, consumed by the apparition before her, had forgotten the others around her. Sheunched
herself into Harrison''s arms, clutching his neck as if holding on for dear life. Just one more second of
embrace was all she asked for.
"Harrison, have youe back to us?" she murmured, her head buried in his chest, unable to hold
back the flood of tears soaking his shirt.
"Harrison, what will I do without you? How will I take care of Ang and Vincent?"
She thought this warmth was just a hallucination, a trick her mind yed out of longing for Harrison. Or
perhaps it was his spirit. After that haunting incident at the Dino Towers, where Mr. Dino had jumped,
she, a skeptic of ghosts and spirits, began to believe in the existence of souls.
Maybe Harrison couldn''t bear to leave them, so his spirit returned to check on them.
"Harrison, didn''t you say you wanted us to remarry?" She clung to him, pleading. "I agree, let''s remarry.
Please don''t go. Come back to me, will you? I can''t handle it alone."
"Grandpa, why is Mommy crying like that?" Ang, perched on her grandfather''sp, didn''t understand
what was happening.
They had kept the truth about the ne crash from the innocent child.
Vincent was just as perplexed by Harrison''s sudden appearance as Zoey and the household staff.
Zoey whispered, "Mr. Rodriguez, could this be Harrison''s spirit?"
Vincent couldn''t answer.
They didn''t promote superstitions, but as businessmen, they paid heed to mysticism.
Vincent felt something uncanny at y. Could it actually be Harrison''s spirit?
Zoey, a bit frightened by the daylight haunting, sought Vincent''s guidance. "Mr. Rodriguez, should we
conduct a ceremony, maybe help Harrison''s spirit find peace?"
"Let''s not talk right now," Vincent whispered, knowing the importance of this moment for Roxanne. He
wanted her to embrace her son fully, to have this time with him. It was then that Vincent truly
understood how significant Harrison was in Roxanne''s heart.
"Are Mom and Dad getting back together?"
She lifted her head and threw this question to Vincent.
"Grandpa, are Mom and Dad going to remarry?"
"Shh." Vincent gestured to the little cutie to keep quiet. Then, he indulgently patted Ang''s head.
Vincent didn''t want anyone to disturb Roxanne. He said softly to his granddaughter, "Let Mommy
embrace Daddy for now."
Vincent understood that Roxanne treasured this longing embrace too much. He had experienced the
pain of losing a beloved, the agony of being separated by life and death.
When Harrison''s mother passed away, leaving him behind, Vincent had felt utterly devastated. He
wished Rita could stay a little longer, not close her eyes so soon, even if just for a second.
He understood Roxanne''s current sentiment of tightly embracing Harrison. He didn''t want anyone to
disturb Roxanne.
Ang, still confused, watched her parents embrace. It was the first time she had seen them together
like this, a picture of love. She smiled brightly, though she didn''t grasp the gravity of the moment.
If Mommy and Daddy had made up, wouldn''t there be many chances for hugs in the future? Why
couldn''t they interrupt the hug?
Grown-ups were so strange!
Nevertheless, she remained obedient, hushing up, gazing happily at Roxanne and Harrison, with a
bright, joyful smile on her face.
Harrison was overwhelmed with emotion but also wanted to kick himself for causing such grief.
Roxanne''s tears, the shock of his father—how could he have been so careless?
Taking Roxanne''s hand, he ced it over his beating heart.
"Feel it," he said. "It''s warm, isn''t it?"
The thumping in the palm of her hand was strong and steady—Harrison''s heartbeat.
It pulsed with life, a rhythm of survival.
Roxanne, barely believing, lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet Harrison''s gaze, which was tender and full
ofpassion. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, then gently ced her hand over his chest, where
his heart continued its robust dance.
"From now on, every beat is for you," he whispered.
"Harrison?" Roxanne''s voice quivered with disbelief. "You''re alive?"
The heart beneath her palm throbbed again, a powerful testament to life.
Harrison was indeed alive.
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Truly alive.
Overwhelmed, her tears fell, pattering down like a sudden rain shower.
Her forlorn, pitiful expression only made Harrison''s heart swell with more affection for her. He softly
brushed the tears from her cheeks, but they kepting, a torrent of relief and love.
"Harrison, are you really still with me?" she sobbed, the words muffled against his chest.