The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 544

She always watched him take another sallow, undernourished little girl's hand, firmly telling everyone that he was going to take that girl away.

That retreating back became an uncrossable chasm for the rest of her life.

But this time, the dream changed.

Outside the iron gates, the little boy stopped.

He turned around, pushed past everyone around him, and walked toward her in the corner, step by step.

He reached out a hand to her, his eyes holding the tenderness she had yearned for over a decade.

He said, *I'm taking you with me.*

Nora's heart pounded violently.

Overjoyed, she reached out her little frostbitten hands, desperately wanting to grab onto that lifeline, wanting to follow closely in his footsteps.

Just as their fingertips were about to touch.

The surroundings shattered with a crash.

Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

The little boy was gone; the yellowing walls of St. Jude's Children's Home instantly morphed into the vast, desolate rooftop of the South Mountain Peninsula.

The fierce wind howled in her ears, kicking up clouds of dust.

Piercing police sirens and the blare of ambulances intertwined, tearing through the initial silence.

Nora stood blankly at the edge of the rooftop.

Giselle wore that beautiful dress, plummeting straight into the abyss below the building like a butterfly with broken wings.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the sky, and blood rapidly spread across the pavement, the glaring scarlet staining her eyes red.

"She pushed her!"

A shrill voice exploded behind her.

Nora turned her head in terror.

She saw a dense crowd of faceless people packed tightly in front of her.

They wore black mourning clothes, their faces twisted with ferocious rage.

They raised their hands in unison, countless fingers pointing accusingly at her as if trying to impale her heart with a thousand arrows.

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