He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 12

The day Nash Industries held their engagement party, I lost my mind.

All because of an overseas news bulletin that played on the plaza screen.

#Medical genius Finn Reed brain dead overseas, reportedly left only one final message##

#Iris, don’t be afraid, I’m always here#

I’d gone out that morning to find books on brain surgery treatment at the bookstore.

The plaza screen announced this news just as I was walking by.

I couldn’t take another step.

On the massive screen, they showed his final moments lying on the operating table.

I remembered everything.

The person I loved was named Finn Reed.

On the streets of London, when thugs were beating and assaulting me, he saved me.

He even wiped away my tears.

“Don’t be scared anymore. I’ll protect you from now on.”

After he appeared, no one called me names anymore, telling me to go back to my own country.

No one beat the crap out of me anymore for not having protection money every day.

He was wonderful.

He took me to see a therapist and got me into a medical research institute so I could continue my studies.

So gentle, he promised that once I finished school, we’d travel the world together and eat the best food everywhere.

Then on some romantic beach, he’d put a ring on my finger.

Lock me in forever.

I said the scars those men had carved into my body were ugly and disgusting.

But he kissed them over and over.

“Not ugly, silly. Not ugly at all.”

“I just feels heartbroken.”

“I should have found you sooner, should have protected you better.”

Chapter 12

I loved him so much.

So I studied so hard, hoping to become as talented as he was.

I wanted to graduate quickly so I could marry him right away.

But then came that afternoon on September 7th.

The truck came barreling toward us.

He pushed me out of the way and never woke up again.

My whole body started convulsing.

I pushed through the crowd standing under the big screen, all sighing sadly, tears streaming down my face.

Everything hurt so badly.

I couldn’t breathe.

Like I was suffocating, like I was dying from the pain.

“It can’t be true.”

“It’s not real, right?”

I fumblingly pulled out my phone with shaking hands, remembering his number.

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