Chapter 54 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

He looked at Niamh. She cut a sorry figure lying on the ground, her short black hair was covered with patches of white snowflakes, her body was trembling violently, her lips stained with blood, but still, she held onto the urn. Not letting go no matter what.

Kendrick’s heart suddenly became very tight. Niamh’s appearance at the moment was quickly becoming unrecognizable. Only those eyes were as clean as before, which surprised him inexplicably.

Niamh was no longer crying but she smiled as she looked at the man who had crouched down to look at her.

“Kendrick, just kill me. I don’t want to see you again.”

Kendrick paused, then parted his lips lightly. “Do you know your wrongs now?”

Niamh looked at him and the corners of her bloody lips twitched. “I know.”

She gazed at the man who had once loved her so deeply and who she was so eager to meet again with glittering tears.

“The biggest mistake of my life was to believe your lie and to have loved you for so many years.”

Hearing every word uttered from Niamh’s lips, Kendrick frowned, his heartbeat becoming very irregular all of a sudden.

“Kendrick, if you don’t kill me today, I will definitely kill you and avenge my child.”

Her clear eyes were as decisive as before.

Kendrick smiled nonchalantly. “I’ll be waiting.”

He stood up as he said it and then left just like that.

After watching that black figure disappearing gradually from her gaze, Niamh instantly seemed to have been drained of all her strength and blood as she leaned limply on her grandfather’s urn.

Warm tears once again overflowing but her heart was already numbed with pain.

However, it was not over as Nevaeh had suddenly appeared.

Nevaeh was holding a fruit knife when she saw Niamh lying on the ground while holding onto the urn. Nevaeh walked toward Niamh and then crouched down, reaching out to pull up her short hair.

“Tsk tsk, I told you not to go against me. Are you afraid now?”

Niamh sneered, no longer wanting to waste her breath and energy. “Nevaeh, you venomous woman, kill me if you have the guts!”

“Haha… you want to die? Oh, but I’m not so cruel.” Nevaeh pretended to chuckle. “However, Kendrick did say that you had ruined his precious son’s face, so I’d have to return the favor doubled.”

Accompanied by Nevaeh’s dark voice, Niamh’s suddenly felt a sharp pain on the right of her face.

Niamh trembled all over from this skin-splitting pain, but she made not a single sound, forcibly enduring the sharp pain.

Clang!”

Nevaeh threw the fruit knife in front of Niamh, then lifted her foot and kicked Niamh heavily.

“Bah! B*tch! You should have died long ago!” She then turned abruptly and left.

Niamh got up with difficulty. She touched her cheek that had been slashed twice with her trembling palm. She could no longer feel the pain.

Red blood flowed from between her fingers, falling drop by drop onto the ground, corrupted by the rain and snow. With more and more, it became extremely dazzling.

At her last gasp, Niamh fell onto her grandfather’s ashes. Watching the snowflakes fall one by one, she could not help think of the wonderful time she had had with Kendrick.

Yet, all of that was like the snowflakes that she had reached out to grab at the moment. Once she released them, there were no more, leaving behind only unbearable pain…

Niamh laid on the bed for three days and when she woke up for the first time, the person she saw was Ava.

Ava looked at Niamh with red eyes, finding it so unbearable that her heart was about to break. She did not know what Niamh had gone through, but she was certain that the two slaughterers, Nevaeh and Kendrick were indispensable from the bruises on her back.

Though, Niamh only smiled and comforted Ava. “Ava, don’t feel sorry for me. If there is a next life, let’s be sisters again.”

Ava let out a cry and hugged Niamh’s thin body. “I don’t want the next life. I want this life, want it to go on for a long, long time!”

“Well, this life, is a long, long one…” Niamh opened her pale lips to respond. She wanted to laugh, but her tears had run out.

Her life could not be any longer.

Niamh rested for a few days and when the wound on her face was no longer covered with gauze, she went back to work.

Although there was no need for gauze, the X-shaped wound on her cheek was still obvious. She had short hair now and it was difficult for her to cover the wound on her cheek.

When her colleagues saw it, they could not help whisper amongst themselves.

Two female colleagues had come to inquire as if they were concerned, but they were not. It was just to satisfy their curiosity.

A video showing Niamh beating Nevaeh in the hospital was gradually circulated on the Internet.

Gradually, some people thought that it was a lesson taught to Niamh as a result of her bullying Nevaeh and the looks shared between colleagues became weird. Almost all of them had questioned Niamh, only Elizabeth had spoken up for her resentfully. “Those videos on the Internet are all fake. Mads’s face is not because she had offended someone who shouldn’t be offended. Isn’t that right, Mads?”

In the end, even Elizabeth was just actually trying to satisfy her curiosity.

Faced with the pairs of questioning and curious eyes, Niamh smiled magnanimously. “That’s right, I hit Nevaeh because she deserved it. If I could, I’d really want to kill her.”

When Niamh said that, the expressions of those colleagues, including Elizabeth, changed. They were looking at Niamh as if they were looking at something unusual.

“This woman, aren’t you too vicious!” Several female colleagues said contemptuously.

“What kind of bad luck does Nevaeh have to encounter such a nutjob. She’s always targeting her everywhere.”

“Exactly. Not only you’ve stolen someone else’s boyfriend, you still went and troubled Nevaeh, even saying that you’d want to kill her. That’s really sick!”

“We should stay away from her, lest she goes crazy and implicates us.”

Niamh sat in her seat silently, listening to the words being deliberately said to her.

She did not speak and just stood up.

Seeing her move, the female colleagues who had been speaking the truths and lies about her hurriedly ran away, for fear of what Niamh would do to them.

Niamh found the scene funny. Then, she headed out.

She went to Felipe and seeing that Niamh had come, Felipe greeted her and asked her to take a seat very politely.

He raised his gaze and noticed Niamh’s haggard face and the two deep, red knife marks on her right cheek. Felipe was shocked.

“What happened?” He asked, out of genuine concern.

Niamh smiled and shook her head. “I’m fine, Mr. Waldburg. I came here to tell you that I want to resign.”

“Resign?” Felipe looked at Niamh uncertainly. “Why?”

“I don’t want to affect the operation of the entire department with my presence. Mr. Waldburg should have seen some of the negative comments about me recently?”

Hearing what Niamh had said, Felipe looked to have understood something.

“Thank you, Mr. Waldburg, for taking care and helping me during this time. I will pack up and leave immediately.”

“Niamh.”

Felipe stopped Niamh who had just turned to leave.

“I believe you, you don’t need to resign.”

Niamh’s footsteps halted, her eyes warming slightly.

I believe you.

She had been so eager to hear this sentence in the past few years.

She had finally heard it, but it was not from Kendrick’s mouth.

“For the company’s annual meeting this Friday night, you and I will attend it.”

Niamh looked at the man with surprise. The wound on her face was aching.

What right did she have to stand beside this outstanding man with this face?

Niamh immediately refused, but Felipe was persistent.

After getting off work, Niamh wrapped her cheeks tightly with a scarf and did not dare look up at anybody.

It was in a girl’s nature to love beauty. Even though she had no longer cared for her appearance early on, yet no girl could ever accept that her face was disfigured.

Niamh covered her cheeks and returned to her residence. As soon as she was about to enter, she saw a familiar car parked at the gate.

Her feet seemed to have been filled with lead in that instant and she could no longer move. Her heartbeat instantly lost its normal frequency, beating restlessly.

The car window lowered, revealing Kendrick’s handsome side profile. Niamh hid behind the pillar in horror, her face pale.

Thinking of the fluttering white snow the other day, with him in front of her like a demon, the scene of him smashing their own daughter’s ashes, Niamh bit her lips and her hands trembled violently.

Now that he was here again, she could no longer withstand such torture and injury.

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