The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 550

Archie looked up, the warm light reflecting in his clear, dark eyes, mirroring Sloane's stunned face.

"Dad said he wanted to tell you he's sorry. He said whether you can forgive him or not, he wanted you to know—he loves you."

Sloane's fingers curled slightly against the table.

Archie's voice wasn't loud, but every word was distinct, as if he were reciting a passage he had memorized for a very, very long time, never missing a single punctuation mark. He glanced down at the meticulously arranged Vitas-1 pills in the box, then looked back up. His eyes were a little red, but his voice didn't waver.

"Dad also said he will take responsibility for the choices he made. He'll bear all the consequences caused by Project Evernight alone. But he doesn't regret it. It was because of this project that Mom was able to come back to me, back to this world. So, he doesn't regret it."

He paused, his small hand unconsciously kneading the edge of the tablecloth, hesitating over how to deliver the next line.

He took a breath. "He also said, if... if he can never come back for the rest of his life, he wants you to live a good life."

"To be with the person you like, and then... forget him."

Sloane's mind reeled with a deafening buzz.

Looking at Archie's earnest little face, looking at that neatly arranged box of pills, a surge of sour, bitter, furious, and agonizing emotion surged up from her chest, catching in her throat—unable to be swallowed, unable to be spat out.

What did he mean by 'be with the person you like'? What did he mean by 'live a good life'? She practically wanted to stand up, charge out of there, march right up to that man, and demand to know if he had lost his damn mind!