Chapter 163 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

I wanted to speak, but the whole thing was too painful to be put into words, so I could only look at him in a daze.

After a long while, I breathed in deeply and spat out the two words that could potentially cost me my life, “He’s dead!”

Anthony’s tall form took a step back, seeming to have lost his balance. He looked at me with a faint glimmer glinting in his dark eyes.

I knew he was crying.

We can’t be crying all the time. If we suffer but flesh wounds, there is nothing to cry about. If we cry, let it be because of sorrow.

That was what he used to tell me.

I had been locking away my emotions, and it was making me feel horrible. My head was starting to feel dizzy. Realizing that the situation was getting from bad to worse, I reached out a hand to hold onto Marcus and whispered to him, “Get me out of here!”

Marcus’ eyes darkened when he noticed something was off. He promptly carried me into the residence and got me home.

He passed me my medicine, which I swallowed, and brought me to the bed. He stuck around to console me, “Don’t overthink it. They aren’t blaming you. They just don’t know what you’ve been through. “

I did not speak. Tears began to flow down my cheeks uncontrollably.

Life is too hard!

Time passed slowly. I could not fall asleep. At two o’clock in the small hours, Marcus received a call. Benjamin White’s condition had taken a turn for the worse, and he was sent to the ER.

Before Marcus left for the hospital, he worried about my being alone. He placed a phone next to me and gave his instructions, “Get some sleep. Call me if there’s anything. I have stored Macy and Jackson’s phone numbers in there. If you can’t sleep, call up Jackson and have a chat with him.”

I nodded and gave him a faint smile, “You should get going. Drive safe!”

He nodded and left in a hurry.

My insomnia had been a common occurrence in the past few months. In the beginning, I relied on drugs to fall asleep, but consuming too much of them would be detrimental to my health.

Marcus worried that I would be too dependent on the antidepressants if I take them too often, so he would only let me take them when my emotions were beyond control.

At the moment, it was dark outside. The lamp on the bedside table was dim. I stared at the ceiling, my head still a little dizzy.

Rumble! Suddenly, thunder roared outside. The residence was a tall building with a wide view, with the curtains currently drawn open. One after another, bolts of lightning flashed. The scene was especially horrifying.

Before long, the heavy rain came pouring down. As the storm crackled outside, I closed my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep.

But the more I wanted to sleep, the more I could not. Bolts after bolts of lightning lit up the room. Devastated, I rose and got out of bed.

I headed to the balcony and pulled the curtains close. Then, I turned back and went to bed. But along the way, I accidentally tripped over the chaise lounge and fell onto the ground.

My knees hurt. It took me a long time to get up from the ground and make my way to bed.

Boom! Thunder roared again before I could reach my bed, and the lamp on the bedside table suddenly went out.

The whole house immediately sank into darkness. Only the sound of thunder mixed with rain outside could be heard.

The house was pitch black. I could not see anything. My body stiffened as I laid low on the floor, the memories bringing me back to that particular night.

My arms and legs were tightly bound. I wanted to move but was unable to.

Fear and grief began to spread within me. In the darkened room, I seemed to hear a baby crying, each cry more miserable than the last.

I wanted to look for him, but no matter what I did, I could not get up from the floor. I did not know what was going on with my mind, but I had actually thought of death.

If I die, I can reunite with my baby. With that thought, I fumbled and stumbled into the living room.

Because of the darkness, everything was flipped and tossed onto the floor, making crackling noises wherever I stepped.

I did not know where Marcus stored the knives, so I could only look for them blindly, but the tool was nowhere to be found.

The baby’s cries rang again. The noise sounded so close to me, yet so far away. I did not think much of it as I hurried to the source.

By the time I regained consciousness, I found myself on the sidewalk, with no memories of how I got there.

It was raining heavily. There were no pedestrians, only cars coming and going on the road. I was freaking out. I had no idea what was wrong with me.

There were many times where I could not control myself. I kept having hallucinations. I kept seeing my baby and hearing his cries.

I wanted to go with him, but whenever I did that, I ended up losing him and getting myself lost as well.

Looking at the cars on the road, I felt desperate. This was the soberest moment, since I fell ill, that suicide was on my mind.

Given my current condition, I would only be a burden to others. Without knowing it, I began walking towards the middle of the road.

I heard the harsh sounds of car horns honking. I looked up and saw a flash of white light ahead. My mind went blank.

Right when the car was about to crash into me, someone suddenly caught my waist and dragged me away.

I fell to the ground. My head was spinning. All I could think of was the baby.

I murmured to myself, “Why did I lose him? How could I lose him?”

Tears began to leak.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. We’ll get him back eventually!” A low, hoarse voice rang in my ears, and I was drawn into a warm embrace.

I froze. When I looked up, I was gazing into Anthony’s eyes, dark as night. As though something had struck my head, I lifted my arms and pushed him away. I stumbled as I got up from the ground.

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