Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 515

They shared decades of blissful happiness, raising a brilliant, handsome, and devoted son.

Once Hayden Lane returned from studying abroad, Lawrence gradually stepped down, handing the corporate empire over to him. Lawrence then dedicated his life to staying right by Bonnie's side, following her everywhere like a shadow.

Bonnie would complain that he was too clingy, but the radiant joy in her eyes told a different story.

When Bonnie finally retired, their wild, passionate youth had faded into a peaceful, unwavering companionship.

They watched sunsets hand in hand, went hiking, and fished together. Bonnie was an elegant senior, and he was an imposing, straight-backed old man.

Whenever their grandchildren visited, they would marvel at how deeply in love they still were.

It made perfect sense. They had been together for eighty years, nearly spanning a full century. His and Bonnie's love remained so profoundly moving that it was impossible not to envy.

He had lived every second of that life. It wasn't some fleeting dream. Lawrence knew his memories were intact. Right now, he wasn't supposed to be shivering outside The Cabinda School Faculty Housing; he was supposed to be in a hospital bed.

His body had reached its natural end. His children and grandchildren had surrounded his bed, failing to hide their grief. His sweet Candie had buried her face in his chest, sobbing like a child.

It had torn Lawrence apart, but there was nothing he could do. His time was up. No one lived forever; death was the final destination.

To leave this world with a loving wife, a successful son, and beautiful grandchildren meant he had been truly blessed by fate.

He couldn't have asked for anything more.

So, he had closed his eyes, holding Bonnie's hand tightly. He laid there beside her, listening to her recount stories of their youth as he waited for his final breath.

But in that hazy twilight, Bonnie's voice had drifted further and further away. Assuming he was drifting into sleep or finally passing on, he surrendered to the darkness. Instead, a biting gust of wind jolted him awake. He opened his eyes to find a heavy snowstorm falling in what should have been the warm season of spring.

The rearview mirror reflected the face of a man barely in his twenties.

During his quiet moments alone, he had often wondered which exact point in time he would return to if he had the power to rewrite history.

Would it be that breathtaking first glance in high school? Or the moment in college when he stood on the road and reached out his hand to a fallen Bonnie?

Would it be during the countless explosive fights caused by Hannah's manipulation? Or the moments he had blindly ignored the insidious intentions of the foster sister he had treated as family?

Or perhaps... Lawrence frantically patted down his pockets, pulling out his phone. Perhaps it would be this very second.

January 16, 2016.

The turning point that had derailed their entire lives.

The day he had looked back on countless times, drowned in suffocating regret, wishing he could rip it right out of the timeline.