The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 306

Garrison remained silent for a few heavy seconds before he answered. "Grandmother, I will never remarry."

Eleanor's fingers tightened fiercely around the head of her cane.

She stared at her favorite grandson, her gaze sharp enough to dissect him down to the bone. "You are only thirty-six! You have decades ahead of you. You cannot bury yourself in the past. Sloane was a wonderful girl, and I know you loved her—but she's gone. She is never coming back."

Garrison lowered his head, hiding the violent turbulence in his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was a ragged, hollow whisper, almost as if he were talking to himself.

"I know that. But... I can never forgive myself. I am fully prepared to pay the price for my sins. For as long as I live, I don't think I'll ever be capable of loving another woman."

Eleanor studied his face as if she were staring at a complete stranger.

Since he was a child, she had always believed Garrison was inherently cold—a man stripped of deep emotional capacity. She had been disastrously wrong.

He possessed a staggering, overwhelming capacity to love.

He simply buried it so incredibly deep... and now, it was far too late for any words to save him.

Eleanor let out another sigh—a long, devastating exhale that seemed to collapse the rigid posture she had held for decades.

"If you are that determined... then so be it."

"Just promise me you will take care of yourself. Eat properly. Sleep. Do not treat your health like garbage. You are a doctor; you know better than anyone how fragile the human body really is."

"You have my word, Grandmother. I'm perfectly healthy," Garrison promised, offering a tight, reassuring smile.

He assumed the conversation was over, but Eleanor suddenly slammed her cane against the floorboards.

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