Chapter 946 - 940: Imminent Danger 3

Chapter 946: Chapter 940: Imminent Danger 3

Pearl Jarvis looked at her: "Do you really not blame him at all?"

"At first I did blame him, but later on I thought about it - Cynthia Morgan orchestrated such a grand design to retaliate against you and my mom, and wasn’t Third Uncle just a pawn in her revenge? Why do we need to make our loved ones suffer while pleasing our enemies?"

Pearl lowered her head, not daring to look into those beautiful eyes.

Tears fell drop by drop, uncontrollable no matter what.

"Auntie, I know you feel guilty, but before Cynthia Morgan died, what she said and what she wanted to do was all meant to make sure you and my mom could never return to the past, to break our bonds. You’re now walking step by step into her trap."

Pearl’s body stiffened slightly.

How could she not know that this was Cynthia Morgan’s cleverness?

Even if she knew, she still walked into the trap.

"I was taken away, right from the start, it was all premeditated and unavoidable. This can’t be blamed on Third Uncle. He mistook Miranda Dalton for a cousin... simply because he thought I was already dead. At that time, it truly was the perfect solution for him."

After speaking, Tiana Thorne reached out and cupped her face gently, wiping away her tears: "Third Uncle is also in pain, the years of punishment have been enough. Mom cannot bear to lose you as a sister; I cannot bear to lose you as family. Grandfather, too, is remorseful."

As she spoke, she was touched, her voice choking for a moment, then asked: "Once the truth came out, Grandfather was also filled with guilt and pain. Auntie, only you can make our family whole again."

Pearl never thought such healing words would come from a twenty-year-old girl, Tiana.

Once, she hated her father. Now, she realizes he acted out of love, and the subsequent breakdown was all part of Cynthia Morgan’s plan.

Her heart trembled lightly: "How is your grandfather?"

Tiana did not answer directly; she simply said softly: "He’s waiting for you to call him ’dad’ again."

Upon hearing this, Pearl finally couldn’t hold back and burst into tears.

She deeply understood the feeling of losing a beloved daughter, as if a knife pierced her heart, twisting, leaving her heart scarred.

She was a mother to a child, and a daughter to a father.

Tiana reached out, holding her in her arms: "It’s okay to cry, Auntie. Actually, whether it’s Third Uncle or Grandfather, neither has committed any grave mistakes; it’s merely a matter of perspective. Cynthia Morgan has been punished, we should be well now."

Pearl held her tightly, even in tears she tried to suppress her voice.

Finally, with a hoarse voice, she asked: "Jonas Jarvis is dead, isn’t he?"

Tiana was slightly startled, not expecting her to say that.

Pearl slowly looked at her, her gaze unwavering: "Coming so late must be because something has happened, right?"

At this moment, she admired Aunt’s cleverness.

Indeed, Aunt previously used two simple sentences to push Cynthia Morgan and Miranda Dalton to a dead end. Now, it was not hard to guess her purpose for coming this late at night.

Pearl saw the subtle emotion in her eyes, tears pouring down, breathing heavily, murmuring: "Cynthia Morgan and Miranda Dalton died from poison, how could Jonas Jarvis be an exception?"

"Auntie..."

Her voice trembled: "These days, I’ve been hiding in my room, seeing no one. Besides the guilt towards you and the Ford family, I don’t want to face Jonas Jarvis who was poisoned. Should I hate him for deceiving me, or pity him for enduring everything alone, or refuse to accept the news of this man’s death?"

Speaking these innermost thoughts, she instead became calm, gradually ceased to weep: "No one wants to lose a child, lose a husband, yet these things happened anyway."

Tiana listened, her heart also somewhat moved: "Auntie, do you still love him?"

This time, she wasn’t asking about hate.

This question was too cruel for her aunt.

Pearl looked at her, whispering: "After going through so many storms together, not loving him would be self-deception. Because of too much love, there’s guilt, and not knowing how to face you all."

Upon hearing this, Tiana reached out again to embrace her, using a very calm and gentle voice to speak in her ear: "Since it’s love, then don’t hate anymore. Mom and I don’t hate. Those who should be hated are gone, let’s cherish those who remain, okay?"

Without waiting for her response, she continued: "Go see him one last time, okay?"

If one can live a life without regrets, then strive not to leave any.

"Okay, sure."

Tiana smiled through her tears because she somehow felt that issuing a critical condition notice doesn’t necessarily mean one will definitely die.

Maybe, Third Uncle, lacking a desire to live, will wake up upon hearing Auntie’s voice?

Afterwards, she led Pearl downstairs.

Preston Quinn relaxed as Pearl came into sight.

The two got into the car.

Preston drove to the hospital as fast as he could.

At this moment, Pearl was no longer soft; she walked quickly, her brow resolute.

Thinking of how Jonas Jarvis, because of love and care, took care of her for half a lifetime, how could he bear to leave her in the final second of life?

They had to meet at least once.

He had been in the hospital, enduring a month-long struggle but refused to leave.

He was holding on, waiting to see her once.

Up the stairs, through the long corridor, they finally reached the intensive care unit.

Rouge Jarvis, Sebastian Ford, and Joshua Jarvis stood by the door and turned their heads as they heard footsteps.

Rouge’s eyes reddened when she saw her sister approaching quickly, and she hurried forward to embrace her tightly: "Pearl."

Pearl’s voice trembled: "I’m sorry, Sis, for worrying you."

Afterward, she released her sister, all her emotions in her eyes, choking up: "Go and see him quickly."

Pearl nodded: "Okay."

Joshua looked at her weary yet determined form, his heart excited but uneasy; he rarely saw his mother like this: "Mom."

Pearl extended her hand, gently stroked her son’s cheek, her eyes filled with reluctance: "I’m sorry."

Joshua shook his head: "Mom, Dad will make it through."

She merely nodded lightly, not speaking further.

Then she put on a sterile gown and followed the doctor inside.

Tiana watched her retreating figure, at that moment feeling that beneath the tenderness was an indescribable determination.

Through the glass, she looked at Aunt inside - though the smile on her lips wasn’t very prominent, it was clear to see, it was a calm smile.

After about ten minutes, she slowly understood the meaning of that smile, her heart racing uncontrollably.