Jack's speech was eloquent and concise, leaving Genevieve unable to refute.
Genevieve, who was forced to look at him, stared at his pair of scornful-looking eyes. “I tried to love you, but only to realize all I get is fear while being with you. You're like the chopper suspended midair above my head—you can fall any time, and that fact alone makes me tense and anxious.”
She shrugged herself free from the man's grip and articulated each word clearly. “Jack, you don't actually love me either. It's because you were lonely, and coincidentally, I appeared in your life. That's why you took me as your salvation.”
Jack laughed all of a sudden. “So you reached your hand out to me simply because you were sympathizing with me?”
“Yes,” Genevieve admitted. “Even if it was someone else, I'm sure they would help you out too, just like how I did.”
Her words were like knives piercing through Jack's heart, crushing his hopes to nothing.
“How can you be so cruel toward me?” Squatting before Genevieve, the man's sturdy and towering figure appeared extremely disheveled and pitiful at that very moment. “You gave me hope so that I would continue to live. I put in lots of effort to look for you and give you the entire world. H-How could you not want me?”
I thought we met because we were fated to cross paths. She's my everything. But how can she say she was merely taking pity on me?
Jack looked at Genevieve with his reddened eyes. “You can love Armand, but why can't you do the same to me? He has everything since he was born, but I don't have anything.”
He had never had a warm and blissful family since he was a child, and neither had he experienced being loved. The only thing that remained vivid in his recollection was watching his mother being tormented and crying her eyes out.
Now, he had found the one woman he truly loved. Sadly, instead of love, she only had fear toward him.
Having known him for so many years, Genevieve had seen the duality to Jack—he could be gracious and warm at times, yet vicious and cunning at other times. Yet, that was the first time she saw how fragile and weak he could be. Even his voice was trembling as he spoke.
Of course, Genevieve had felt the love and care he was showering her and the kids. He had an exceptional love for Amanda and would adore and pamper her like no other.
However, if he hadn't helped Sylvie, everything would not have happened.
As much as she pitied Jack for having a miserable and lonely childhood, she hated him for taking Sylvie's side. With her lips pursed, she remained silent, unable to put forth a single word to comfort the man.
Suddenly, Jack stood up and carried Genevieve up from the wheelchair.
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