Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 935

He wasn't really in agony, not anymore.

Gone were the days when his heartache felt like a relentless barrage of arrows. What had settled in its place was a numbing sensation—a dull, persistent ache that occasionally spiked like a needle jab, then subsided into numbness. The back-and-forth of it all was torturous in its own right.

In those days, he'd shut off his phone. Cut off from the world outside, he received no news, no updates. For years, he'd poured his soul into work, never once slacking off like this. It seemed as though his life's work was invested in expanding his business empire.

Then, suddenly, Jared found himself questioning the point of it all. For the first time, he wanted to hide away, to avoid people, to be silent, to want nothing.

Serenity Hall was his sanctuary.

The folks there were simple, genuine. In front, there was the big pharmacy; the backyard, however, was a world unto itself.

Behind the yard was a small, cultivated herb garden. It wasn't large, but it was home to a variety of unknown herbs. Now, Jared spent his days helping the old gardener tend to these plants, breathing in the air, heavy with a calming herbal scent.

After half a month at Serenity Hall, he felt a slight reprieve from his pain. But then Agnes returned, which messed up is heart again.

Yet she was so lucid, so clear-headed, while he was still mired in the illusions of the past.

A faint smile played on Jared's lips, "You don't need to thank me. I couldn't have just stood by, no matter who it was."

The silence that followed was endless.