The Long Road to Love: The Capable CEO Dad-Chapter 555: A Woman Who Loved a Man to This Extent
"Gabriel, I can really find a way for Vivian to repay the money, can you please pay attention to me."
"Gabriel, you’re the one I love most in this life. No one else matters to me, as long as I have you, I’ll help you."
But all the heartfelt words received no response, perhaps that’s why the woman felt absent-minded.
Vivian Jacobs slowly closed her eyes and put her phone into her bag.
Soon, the doctor pushed Faye Holloway out, her face covered with a sheet.
"Sorry, we did our best."
Vivian nodded, didn’t speak, as if it wasn’t her relative lying there.
"Don’t be sad."
Jude Shaw held her, instructing people to handle Faye’s funeral arrangements.
Vivian shook her head, not sad, with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Faye’s funeral was handled quickly, she didn’t have any ceremony, bought a cemetery plot, and after cremation, she had someone send it over. She didn’t even go to see it for herself.
Vivian felt she was truly indifferent.
At night, as she lay down to sleep, she suddenly dreamed of her childhood.
Back then, there were many street vendors near the house, selling inexpensive clothes and shoes.
That was when she was very young, before she met Jude Shaw, and all her clothes came from there.
Ten yuan could buy two pieces, and one would be patched and mended for a long time when worn out.
That day, Faye bought her a dress, and she was happy for a long time.
"Miss, look at these pants, they suit you so well, only fifteen yuan. Since you’re buying a dress for your daughter, I’ll give you a little discount."
The street vendor promoted with a big smile.
Vivian had already walked far with the dress but still heard her mother’s voice.
"No, no, the money for buying the dress was saved with much difficulty."
As she said no, her hand lingered on those pants, she probably really liked them.
Vivian felt a pain in her heart and woke up from the dream.
Ever since she knew that woman died, she never felt sadness, but after that dream, an endless sorrow flooded her, almost drowning her.
Her mind was full of the woman’s repetitive sanding hands and the lingering gaze.
Maybe she did love her, she thought.
Vivian’s sobbing was quiet, suddenly filled with regret, regret for not seeing her one last time.
Actually, Faye was also quite pitiable, waiting her whole life for a man to turn back, waited until her youth faded, waited until her daughter began to resent her.
"What’s wrong?"
Jude Shaw heard her sobbing, gently turned down the nearby lamp, and held her.
"Don’t cry, it will pass."
He thought this woman really didn’t care about Faye, didn’t expect that in the quiet of the night, she’d cry herself to sleep over her.
Vivian shook her head, tears falling in big drops.
Jude lifted his hand to wipe them, feeling the warm tears on his fingers, he couldn’t help but taste them, very bitter.
"Don’t cry, Vivian."
This was the first time he’d called her Vivian, he used to call her Vivian Jacobs.
Vivian’s crying stopped abruptly, and she looked at him blankly.
Jude smiled, the smile was bright.
"Everyone calls you that, from now on, I’ll call you Vivian too, okay?"
From now on, I’ll call you Vivian too, okay?
That was probably the most beautiful thing she’d heard in her life.
"Hmm."
She agreed, slowly lying down.
"I’m sorry, I had a dream and couldn’t control my emotions."
Jude shook his head, holding her tightly.
"Go to sleep, if you sleep, you won’t overthink."
Perhaps it was his gentle voice, with his comfort, Vivian really fell asleep.
And this sleep lasted until noon, when she woke up, Jude was gone.
She sent him a text message and left for Faye’s gravesite.
At the cemetery, she placed the flowers she bought in front of the tombstone, her face indifferent.
"I used to think you didn’t love me, I also resented you, but last night’s dream made me upset. Maybe you did love me, although that love was very light, I still thank you. I liked that dress very much, even when it later faded, I kept it. You probably didn’t know, it was my first dress, putting it on, I immediately received a boy’s confession, Mom, being with you was embarrassing, you liked petty bargains, hadn’t seen much of the world, but last night I finally understood, thank you for giving me the chance to see the world."
She spoke lightly, her lips curved slightly.
"I’m not a good daughter; I always knew from a young age that I needed to work hard, to improve, to change everything around me. I’m lucky to have met Jude Shaw; he’s the one who changed my life. I couldn’t take money from him, and I couldn’t convince myself to help the man you liked."
Vivian stood there for a while and then turned to leave.
Only a bouquet of flowers was left at the tombstone, hardly anyone knew Faye. Her life was all tied to Gabriel, long severed from her family, with no friends. It was only Vivian who came to visit her.
Thinking of this, Vivian’s gaze turned even colder.
A woman loving a man to such an extent; it’s pitiful.
She took out her phone, intending to call Gabriel, to have that man come see the tombstone, but no one ever answered.
In the Jacobs Family’s house, the phone kept ringing, but Gabriel and Mae Summers lay on the ground, no longer breathing.
The phone continued to ring, but no one answered, eventually, a neighbor felt something was wrong and called the police.
This matter quickly made the local news, saying a couple renting a house was murdered, but as for who the killer was, to this day it’s still unknown.
Vivian learned about it from the news, and just felt a sense of lament.
It seemed that without repaying that eight billion, the Jacobs Family was in trouble.
Yvette Jacobs was quite lucky, escaping this calamity, perhaps in a few years, she might lead a normal life when she gets out.
This is what Eleanor Hollis thought because she too learned about the Jacobs Family from the news.
But by noon, the police called, saying Yvette was poisoned and killed, and the murderer couldn’t be found.
Eleanor was stunned for a moment; she had thought Yvette would live, didn’t expect those people to be so terrifying, even going to the prison.
She furrowed her brows, someone who could easily lend out eight billion must have a not-so-simple background; the Jacobs Family could only blame themselves.
"Alright, I understand."
After hanging up, she reached up to rub her brow.
She just felt that too many people were dying recently, it didn’t seem like a good thing.
