The Heiress Revived from the Ashes (Lauren Bennett) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 An Interrupted Farewell

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The sky outside was already dark when Lauren woke.

No lights were on in the hospital room. Only a faint, fragmented glow filtered through the glass window on the door, casting irregular patches of light and shadow across the floor.

Lauren lay there for a long time, unmoving, her eyes wale open and empty as if her soul had drifted far from her body. It wasn’t until time itself seemed to have frozen that she slowly lifted the blanket and dragged her broken body out of bed.

Every movement was sluggish and stiff, as if she were an old marionette, weathered by years of neglect and decay. She opened the door quietly and stepped out into the corridor. Her footsteps were unsteady, her thin figure wavering as she walked down the long hallway.

The dim, amber light overhead spilled down on her back, outlining a silhouette so frail and lonely it seemed as though it might fade away at any moment. She just kept walking. Out of the hospital. Out into the night. Like a wandering soul, aimless and adrift.

Lauren didn’t know how long or how far she had walked. By the time she stopped, she found herself standing on a pedestrian bridge. Her gaze dropped slowly to the black river below. The water flowed in silence beneath the darkness, cold and endless.

After a long while, Laurenn lifted one leg slowly. She climbed onto the railing, ready to end it and leave this nightmare behind.

But just as she was about to cross over, a deep, quiet voice sounded behind her.

Suicide?”

Lauren’s body stiffened. She felt the voice sounded familiar. But at this moment, her heart was set on death. She had no intention of caring who the man was. She didn’t even turn to look. Mechanically, she continued to climb over the guardrail.

The man’s calm, indifferent voice rang out again. “If you’re planning to kill yourself, could you at least pick a place where there’s no one around?”

Lauren hesitated for a second. She was about to die. Did it really matter who was there to see it?

But the man didn’t stop. His tone was lazy, as if he were stating facts that had nothing to do with him.

“If I don’t intervene, I seem too cold–blooded. But if I do, it’s like I’m meddling in your fate. Whether I care or not, it doesn’t do any good for me.”

Lauren was speechless. Then, slowly, she turned her head.

When she saw the man clearly, she froze in surprise. She recognized him.

It was the same man who had offered her a cigarette on the stairwell not long ago.

A thin trail of smoke curled between his fingers, white tendrils rising and scattering in the night breeze. The smoke blurred his sharp features, softening the cold lines of his handsome, distant face.

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Chapter 92 An Interrupted Farewell

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He flicked the cigarette gently with his long, slender index finger, tapping off a small spray of ash. Even the most casual movement from him seemed effortlessly elegant.

“Want one?” Felix arched his brow slightly, holding out the cigarette as he spoke.

Lauren looked at him. Her eyes were empty, like the still surface of a dead sea.

After a while, she slowly lowered her leg from the guardrail and turned to face him. Her voice was hoarse, like broken sandpaper scraping against raw flesh.

“You say you don’t want to interfere with my fate. So why are you stopping me?”

Felix took another slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling a faint ring of smoke. It hung in the air between them before drifting away. His gaze followed it briefly before settling back on her.

“Life is like a play. Sometimes, all it takes is an extra spectator for the story to change. I’m curious. If you. don’t die tonight, what kind of story will you end up writing?”

Lauren stared at him in a daze. From beginning to end, his expression was so calm that it bordered on cold indifference. He seemed utterly unconcerned whether someone lived or died.

And yet, it was this cold, aloof man whose offhand remark and words that weren’t even meant to comfort stirred something deep inside her.

After all, who truly wanted to die if they still had a reason to live?

And if life could be a brilliant performance, who would willingly ruin their own stage?

Lauren’s gaze dimmed again. “My story’s already ruined. There’s nothing left to watch.”

But Felix didn’t agree. That’s not necessarily true. The best parts usually come at the end.”

Silence hung between them. Lauren lowered her eyes, staring at the mess of scars littering her body, as if contemplating his words.

After a long moment, she lifted her head. There was a faint glimmer in her dark eyes. It was like the first. crack of dawn piercing the night. “Do you think I can start over?

“Why not? As long as you want to, you can start anytime. Felix answered.

A complicated warmth spread through Lauren’s chest. His words felt like a shaft of light breaking into the endless darkness she had been trapped in.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept past, making Lauren shiver uncontrollably

Felix noticed. He immediately shrugged off his black coat and handed it to her. “Put it on. Don’t catch a cold.