Chapter 793: Chapter 793: Let Him Be
Just one glance would do.
Hannah.
Please don’t leave Vincent behind, okay?
He promises he will behave and won’t cause you any trouble.
Vincent... he really can’t stand being alone anymore.
He raced off like a madman, pursuing relentlessly as if chasing after the moon in the sky.
But even so, he was swiftly pinned to the ground by Benjamin Wilson and his men who were hot on his heels.
He struggled desperately, as if overwhelmed by raw emotion. His dark eyes filled with a hint of red, with only two words on his lips.
"Hannah... Hannah..."
She was the only one in his world.
Unfazed by his struggle, Benjamin and his men started to restrain him, fearing his escape. They picked up a nearby stone, ready to strike.
"Little bastard! Let’s see if you can run now!"
Blood smeared across his palm, the dull thud of the impact exploded in his ears, the splattering blood blurred his vision.
But he was still struggling, calling out weakly, "Hannah, don’t go..."
Don’t go.
Swearing, Benjamin growled, "Damn it! Can’t you keep still!"
He tossed the stone in his hand and picked up an even larger one.
This time, he was after his life!
The man was like a cornered animal, with his extremities restrained. His eyes remained fixated on the disappearing vehicle, fingers clenching the ground.
He wasn’t afraid of death, he was just afraid of not seeing Hannah.
In the car.
Leaning back in her seat, Hannah watches the scenery flashing past the window. Great stretches of forests, wild flowers swaying in the wind. Not reading any internal beauty, but it made for a unique sight.
A slice of mountainous scenery.
But on closer inspection, many areas have been trampled upon.
The pickers probably weren’t careful, leaving gaping holes here and there, somewhat ruining the view.
After a long while, a sigh breaks the silence, muttered almost to herself, "Forget about it."
"I’ve forgotten something. Let’s make a U-turn."
*
The chilling wind howled, the drizzling rain continued.
Through the blood-red sky, I saw her walking towards me, holding the moon, treading upon the stars.
Using the last of his strength, Vincent pulled at the corner of his mouth, yielding a pitiful yet tragic smile.
"I knew... you would come back."
"Simply because you are Vincent."
He ran out of strength. As he closed his eyes, he silently repeated in his heart.
Vincent is but Vincent, always just Vincent.
His smile, however, was laced with melancholy and sorrow.
The man lying on the hospital bed was now clean, his hair neatly cut, revealing a handsome face.
Even with eyes closed, anyone could tell this man was raised in a wealthy family.
Of course, one would have to ignore the multitude of scars on his face.
"President Simmons, we have located him in a hospital in a small county, do you want us to..."
The man in black had a harsh disposition, emitting a deadly aura which naturally kept people at a distance.
Luckily, except for Jimmy Simmons lying on the bed, the room was silent, devoid of others.
The male voice on the other end of the phone was pleasing to the ear, "Since he was saved by her, let him be. He’s only an irrelevant person anyway."
"Yes, President Simmons."
The man in black hung up the phone. He exchanged glances with his team and then they silently exited the room together.
Quietly, as if they had never been there.
Jimmy Simmons, unconscious in the hospital bed, wasn’t at peace. His brows were furrowed as if he were trapped in a nightmare.
His dream was cold and dark, like falling into an ice cellar. Various sounds echoed in his ears.
He seemed to hear someone calling him from afar.
