I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 393

But the woman held onto her hand in a tight grip, showing absolutely no intention of letting go.

The other elderly folks nearby dropped what they were doing and gathered around.

Among the crowd was a woman in her sixties pushing a wheelchair.

The elderly lady in the wheelchair, Mrs. Gable, looked to be in her eighties or nineties, appearing quite frail and tired.

But the moment she saw Sienna and Finn, her spirits suddenly lifted. She reached out with withered, trembling hands and grasped both of theirs.

"This is wonderful. I've always wanted to see you two again, and my wish finally came true. When did you get married?"

"Actually, we're not—" Sienna instinctively tried to clarify the misunderstanding.

The woman pushing the wheelchair, Doris, shot Sienna a frantic, pleading look.

Before Sienna could process the silent request, Finn had already crouched down.

"We did, we did," Finn said, his tone incredibly natural and gentle. "We've just been busy lately, so we haven't visited as often. How is your health holding up, Mrs. Gable?"

Sienna turned to look at him in shock. She opened her mouth to speak, but Finn reached over and seamlessly intertwined his fingers with hers. Her hand was cold, but his warm palm completely enveloped it.

His grip wasn't tight, but it was firm.

He gently pressed his thumb against the back of her hand, a silent signal that said, *Don't expose the lie.*

She instinctively glanced back at Doris.

She immediately understood the desperate plea in the woman's eyes.

"That's wonderful, just wonderful," Mrs. Gable smiled so brightly her eyes crinkled into little crescents. "I always said you two would end up married. Back when you were dating, I could just tell. Especially this young man—the way he looked at you was so full of love. If you hadn't gotten married, my heart would have shattered."

Sienna's emotions were in a tangled knot.

It had been four years, yet these strangers still remembered them.

Their genuine care wrapped around her heart like a warm blanket, yet brought with it an indescribable ache of sorrow.

Finn naturally wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"We're very happy together. Thank you all so much for caring."

Sienna felt the heat of his large hand resting on her shoulder—thick, powerful, his palm pressed against her, radiating a warmth that slowly seeped into her skin.

Doris nodded, then turned to Finn.

"Could I have a quick word with her?"

With that, she gently pulled Sienna aside, lowering her voice even further.

"I may be in my sixties, but I'm not blind. I noticed it the moment you two walked in. The vibe between you is different from four years ago."

Sienna didn't deny it.

Doris continued softly.

"But I also saw that he loves you deeply. Perhaps even more fiercely than he did four years ago. The ball is in your court now. I'm guessing you still have feelings for him too. Life is far too short to live with regrets."

Sienna's stoic expression cracked for a fraction of a second.

Her gaze drifted to Mrs. Gable in the distance, then slowly pulled back.

Life truly was painfully short. Even if one lived to be over ninety, those long decades were nothing but a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of time.

"Sweetheart, I've lived through enough to know this: as long as he hasn't crossed an unforgivable line, just forgive him. When you reach my age, you realize there's no point in being so stubborn. Sometimes it's better to let things go and just enjoy the present. If you clearly still love each other, why suppress your feelings like this?"