A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 433

When she reached at the doorway of the emergency room, the door was opened.

The doctor took off the mask and took a deep breath, “She just escaped from the jaws of death, and the patient has a serious heart disease. The valve is not closed tightly, an artificial valve has been replaced. Please don’t upset the patient anymore!”

Macey sat on the doorway. She twitched her mouth and said, “Such a pity, she’s not dead yet!”

Vincent looked away coldly.

Macey said again, “Ah! I know, God doesn’t want her to die because she has not suffered yet and he wants to torture her together so he doesn’t want her to die yet!”

“Macey Hunter!” This time, Charles was angry too.

“What? Can’t stand with it?” Macey sneered. She stood up and turned around. She saw the special nurse pushing Brian on the wheelchair. He sat on the wheelchair and looked at everyone.

“Dad?”

“Day? Why are you here?” Leila walked over worriedly.

Mabel was worried too!

Brian moved his mouth towards the emergency room.

“She’s fine, Brian!” Mabel explained.

Brian seemed to have a sigh of relief. He looked around for a while. When he saw Vincent, there was a complicated expression on his face.

Vincent also looked back at him, he was doubting about the way Brian looked at him. It was so complicated that he did not say anything in the end.

But Brian handed a small notebook for him. It was an old notebook with a red plastic cover.

Vincent was startled lightly, he received it and did not know what was written on the book.

Everyone was startled too. Everyone was confused as they looked at Brian. But he just turned around and mumbled an unclear word to Mabel, “Let’s go back!”

Mabel nodded her head immediately. “Brian, I will push you back now!”

Nora was asleep, her face looked calm and seemed like there was no pain!

Vincent lowered his head and opened the notebook. It seemed very old. He was curious and opened the first page. Such an upright and strong handwriting, it was so familiar!

Vincent was startled, it was his father’s handwriting.

It was so familiar that his emotion got stirred up. He was a little excited and turned the pages. The first page was a love poem.

The poem was written by a Tibetan poet.

At that moment, I hoisted the wind-horse banners but not to beg for good fortune only for your return.

On that day, in a temple with burning incense I mediated, suddenly I seemed to hear the resonance of your recitation in my ear.

On that day, I put up the sacred boulder pile but not to accumulate virtue only to cast a stone in your heart’s pool.

At that night, I listened to the soulful chant in relief but not for enlightenment in quest, only to feel your living breath.

During that month, I span all the prayer wheels turning but not to achieve transcendence only to brush your fingertips.

During that year, I was prone in the dust of the mountain road but not to make obeisance only to press into your warmth.

During that lifetime, I made sacred quests but not to seek rebirth only to meet you along the way.

Once in a split second, I may ascend as a spirit but not for eternity only to bless you with a happy and safe life.

Vincent was startled. His father was the person who wrote it. It was the love poem from a Tibetan poet. After he turned to the next page, there was also a poem written by his father. On the second page was another poem...

First, it’s better if we were not to meet, then we would not fall in love.

Second, it’s better if we were not in acquaintance, then we would not be drowned in lovesickness.

Third, it’s better if we were not in company, then we would not mutually owe.

Forth, it’s better if we were not to cherish, then we would not recall.

Fifth, it’s better if we were not to fall in love, then we would not mutually abandon.

Sixth, it’s better if we were not face to face, then we would not meet.

Seventh, it’s better if we were not to hurt, then we would not fail to be loyal.

Eighth, it’s better if we were not to promise, then our love would not continue.

Ninth, it’s better if we were not to depend, then we would not snuggle.

Tenth, it’s better if we were not to encounter, then we would not be in reunion.

Albeit, ever to meet is to know! If ever is as such, then better not to meet.

Alas! How could I part with you eternally, thus not in the gyre of endless lovesickness?

The third page was the poem Meet or Not.

Vincent was puzzled and tried to search again. All of these poems were talking about unrequited love. He was confused and looked up as Brian was pushed away by Mabel. He hurriedly caught up. “Wait a minute...”

In the corridor, the wheelchair was stopped. The atmosphere turned a little quiet and strange...

Vincent walked to them and stood in front of Brian. He looked down at him and asked, “These are my father’s handwriting!”