Chapter 885
“Master Whitman, our men have just gotten to April Hill. We’ve asked around, and from an old man, we can confirm that there had been a family with a daughter by the name of Cathy.
“The father of the family ran a small business, so their family was rather well off. However, he and his wife met a tragic end during one of his delivery trips.
“His relatives took his house and threw his daughter out.”
The person confirmed.
“Master Whitman, it’s confirmed that after the death of her parents, the daughter who was thrown out was indeed Miss Cathy. They gave me an image of Miss Cathy when she was young. I’ll send it to you now.”
With that, Felipe’s phone received the image.
On the display was an old picture, one that caused the tears brimming in Felipe’s eyes to fall.
It was the same smile he had engraved into his memory—the very one that haunted his dreams for the past decade.
Felipe wanted to smile, but his vision became blurred from the tears.
His arm drooped limply, and the red string fell to his feet. He then went down on his knees, kneeling in front of Cathy’s grave.
‘It was you all along, Cathy.
‘You were the girl who pulled me from the dark.
‘I’ve been searching for you all these years when you were right there by my side.
‘Yet I’ve done such ruthless things to you.
‘Why was I so stubborn even when Eveline told me she was not that girl?
‘Why did it take you leaving me for good for me to realize that you had already burned your existence into the deepest part of my heart? Why was I so late?
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