The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1912

No matter how many delicacies were at hand, what did it matter?

If that boy were still here, he would have surely found joy in more than just cotton candy and jelly beans. Those were mere memories, after all.

This reminiscence was only for the father who lost his beloved son. The memories were the only things that could keep him alive.

If only Serana's parents hadn't been so blinded by greed, hadn't coveted that heart, his child would be alive, they would be alive, and Serana would have surely found a match by now. After all these years, without a heart transplant, wasn't she still living well?

Yet, to give their daughter a complete childhood, and to spare her any regrets, they cruelly snatched away another child's life, leaving a family shattered.

And somehow, Yasmine got dragged into their mess.d2

Looking for Serana once nearly cost Yasmine her life, and now, it was all over again. This stroke of bad luck, it seemed, wasn't enough just once. It had to happen twice.

The content is exclusively provided on Noveldrama.com. Support the translation team by reading the original content on Noveldrama.com. Yasmine can see how Johnson cherished his son, and under normal circumstances, she might have been moved by such affection. But the more he indulged in his grief, the more unsettled she became. The deeper the love, the deeper the hate—she feared in his rage, he might just lash out at her.

"Sweet boy, be at peace. Daddy won't let your death be in vain. I'll make sure those who hurt you join you soon."

Yasmine shuddered at the thought. "Your son, at his age, should be remembered for his innocence and kindness. I don't think he would want to see you do what you're planning. And have you really not considered any way out for yourself?"

Johnson sneered bitterly, "A way out? Now that I'm all alone, what way out should I plan for myself? All I know is my son's death was unjust, and my wife will never find peace in death. I bet they're both watching, waiting for me to join them. If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have waited in vain for so many years."

"I can't condone revenge that demands a life for a life. Even if you killed Serana, your wife and son won't come back to life, and you'll ruin your own life. Do you really think they'd want that for you?"

"Shut up! Don't preach to me with your morals!" Johnson struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot from crying, looking as ravenous as a fiend.

Yasmine stepped back instinctively as he glared at her with fury.

"Everyone knows these high and mighty morals, and so do I. But..." He paused, his eyes trembling with rage as he pointed to his son's gravestone and spited out, "Have you ever lost a son? Have you had your son taken from you?"

She was speechless, her gaze briefly meeting the smiling boy on the tombstone, and it pierced her heart. She looked away, knowing she had never lost a son, and it was something she can't fathom happening.

"No words? Still think your morals hold up? Morals... ha, if morals mattered, my son wouldn't be dead. The world's justice is only for the weak."

Yasmine didn't respond, because she agreed with Johnson. Throughout the history, it had always been survival of the fittest.

Johnson had left no room for turning back. As dusk fell, the graveyard grew more sinister, but his tension was gone. Perhaps, by his son and wife's side, he found peace. Or perhaps, at this point, fear was meaningless.

Yasmine stood quietly, watching Johnson wipe his family's gravestone clean time and again. And yet, she thought, perhaps for the sake of her child's happiness, she should temper her own temper, and stop fighting with Boyd.

Over the years, she admitted her temperament had been less than ideal, and Boyd's patience showed his sincerity. Despite the tangled relationship with Serana, she considered stepping back, giving Boyd the benefit of the doubt one more time.

Her pride hurt, but for her child, and for a complete family, she was willing to compromise. When Boyd came to her rescue, she would let go of her grievances.

"You seem rather composed." Johnson noted her eerie calm, her face devoid of fear, even hopeful.

Yasmine masked her faint expressions, "Would my panic make you spare me?"

Johnson chuckled, "You think that man, Boyd, will he really bring the girl?"

She hesitated, "I don't know."