Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 599

Meanwhile.

Tyler's assistant had retrieved him from the coffee room.

Seeing no movement long after Emilia and Theodore had left, the assistant had tried knocking. When that failed, he grew anxious and pushed the door open, only to find Tyler sitting on the floor, head bowed.

He was a picture of utter despair.

"Mr. Erickson, what happened?" the assistant asked anxiously, leaving the wheelchair to rush to Tyler's side. He even waved a hand in front of Tyler's eyes.

The assistant didn't know what had transpired in the coffee room, but seeing Tyler's vacant expression, he began to wonder if he'd been knocked senseless.

"Mr. Erickson? Mr. Erickson, answer me!"

But Tyler just stared blankly at a spot on the floor, his eyes lifeless.

Growing more frantic, the assistant reached for Tyler and shook him.

When there was still no response, he immediately pulled out his phone to call 911.

In his haste, the assistant accidentally knocked over the cup of coffee Emilia hadn't finished.

The coffee cup overturned, spilling its contents across the table.

It was cold.

Tyler looked at the coffee and gave a self-deprecating smile.

A cup of cold coffee.

Just like him now.

She would rather spill it than have him.

Just as the assistant was about to dial, Tyler reached out and covered his phone.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief seeing Tyler finally move.

"Mr. Erickson, let me help you up," the assistant said. He first brought the wheelchair in, then helped Tyler into it.

Tyler remained in his dejected state as the assistant pushed him back to the car and helped him inside.

"Mr. Erickson, where are we going now?" the assistant asked.

"Back to the apartment," Tyler said.

The car drove back to the apartment building.

With his assistant's help, Tyler returned to the apartment.

He lay back down on the bed and stared at the neatly folded blankets on the other side, feeling an agony that made him wish he were dead.

She didn't want him, not even as a second choice.

What was he supposed to do?

When she bought the tanzanite, she was already pregnant.

She had bought it specifically for their child.

If their child had been born safely, this tanzanite would have been the baby's birthstone.

Tyler's hand, holding the tanzanite, began to tremble.

She had put the stone up for auction at the charity gala because the child was gone.

The belated realization hit him.

Tyler's mind flashed back to that charity gala.

He remembered how she had repeatedly raised the bid.

He remembered her eyes looking at him from behind the mask.

So, in her eyes, after he had essentially killed their child, he was now trying to snatch their baby's birthstone for Vivienne.

A delayed wave of pain and grief washed over him.

coffeers fell, one by one, onto the tanzanite.

His heart felt like it was splitting apart.

What in God's name had he done?