Chapter 796

- David finally put everything down Thinking of this, David ignored the wounds on his body and crazily ran forward. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and even though he was wearing a mask, the wind still poured in, causing him to cough a few times.

He rushed out of the hospital and looked around. Other than the Cullen Family's bodyguards, and there was no one else.

The parking lot in front of him was also empty. A black sedan was making a turn to head out.

"Lambert!"

David's eyes widened in shock. Disregarding everything else, he rushed over and slapped the window hard. "Lambert! "Lambert!"

The car window was slowly lowered.

There was only one driver of Cullen Family inside, and the driver respectfully bowed to him, "Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master ordered me to prepare some clothes for you. Is there anything you need?"

It wasn't Loyal.

David was startled. He took a step back and shook his head, his eyes dark, "Nothing, you can go."

"Yes, Eldest Young Master."

The driver drove away.

David stood there, looking at the empty space, and only then did he realize what he was doing, and he rushed out just like that. He did not even think about it.

Lambert should have already left.

There was no farewell.

He probably hated Lambert from the bottom of his heart, so naturally, he should hate him. He had said everything he wanted to say to Lambert.

David hated himself, and he clenched his fists tightly. He truly hated himself.

He had never been willing to admit his true feelings, and had only loved to evade. The burden of carrying the family's weight was too heavy If he did not say it, he would feign death and evade;

David, is there any meaning in living like this?

It was meaningless.

Really boring.

"David?"

A puzzled voice sounded not far from him.

David turned his head in shock and disbelief as he looked towards the green lawn. Lambert was standing there pulling his luggage, and behind him was a circle of forest.

The sun was shining on every blade of grass.

Lambert looked at him and furrowed his brows. "Why did you come out just like that?" Do you know how much injury you have received this time?"

David stood there, staring blankly at him with his slightly grey eyes. In that moment, David suddenly felt relieved.

He wasn't sure why he put it down.

"You're still not going back?"

he asked, reproachfully, as he approached him.

"I'm not looking down on you." David then said, his eyes looking at Lambert's face in the sunlight, and he quickly said, "I have always regarded you as my good friend, my brother! I especially cherish your friend, so I chose to play dumb. I treated those words as what you said after you got drunk!"

Lambert stood there, stopped in his tracks, and looked at him in astonishment.

David walked up the lawn step by step and stood in front of Lambert. With a pair of serious eyes, he said, "I'm telling the truth, Lambert! "Thank you!"

Lambert looked at him, unable to say a word.

David was also looking at him as bird cries came from the forest. Suddenly, David laughed, and both of his hands were in the pockets of his dark overcoat, and laughed. "So that's the feeling of telling truth, and I feel really relaxed now."

All these years, he had never known that confessing the most straightforward feeling was this kind of feeling. So, it turned out to be this easy.

After living for over thirty years, he finally understood.

Lambert looked at him in astonishment. There was a distinct smile in his eyes. That smile was something that Lambert had never seen in his many years of life.

A few seconds later, Lambert also smiled. The coldness on his face was completely overshadowed by his smile. He turned around and looked towards a big tree not far away. "You're willing to speak the truth now. Not bad, not bad at all!"

"What about your truth?"

David looked at him and asked.

Lambert stood there and didn't even turn his head to look at David. Instead, he faced the tree and continued, "David, who do you think you are? What right do you have to look down on me? Weren't you born into a noble family? Isn't this a bit too high-class?

Hearing that, David laughed, and imitated him as he spoke to the tree: "I only know how to reincarnate because I have the ability, and if you have the ability then you can enter Cullen Family."

"And the truth?"

Lambert glanced at him.

"OK." David laughed as he shook his head, then walked in front of the tree, stared at the big tree, and said word by word, "Actually, I especially hate the fact that I was born in the Cullen Family. Why should I do things I don't like to do? Why should that be my responsibility? Whoever wanted this title wanted it! I, David, fucking care about everything, I just don't care about it!"

He looked at him, and they smiled at each other.

As if he had finally found a way out, and the more David spoke, the more Lambert accompanied him as he told the truth to the tree, "David, you bastard! You dare to play dumb with me, and do you know how embarrassed I am? If it were before, I would give you a shot at any moment so that you can die without even knowing how."

They didn't seem like mature adults. The two of them were more like teenagers, enjoying themselves playing against a big tree.

The two of them spoke to each other about their most honest feelings. David spoke of all the depression he had felt over the years, and only after he said it, so did he realize that he had really started to let it go. It was as if he no longer cared about his identity as the eldest son, and all the heaviness was slowly disappearing.

It was a good phenomenon, he thought.

"Haha."

"Hahaha."

As if this was the first time they had met, the two of them finally admitted to it. Lambert stood there laughing until he was out of breath, looking at David, and said to the tree, "David! I'm really tired of you! Every time when I thought I would never see you again, but you would appear. Every time when I thought there was a future, you would stay away from me! It was really annoying! I really want to give you a shot!"

"But don't worry, I have my own pride. In the end, I still can't learn how to ignore everything like Mr. Cullen, and won't be able to pester you." Lambert said with a smile. He wanted Lambert to feel at ease, and he also wanted him to give up.

This was the only thing that Lambert could do right now.

David, a body without a soul, was incapable of entering.

Hearing that, David's eyes dimmed, and he raised his hand to support himself up on the tree, and the back of his hand still had a needle hole.

Lambert looked at him.

David looked at the tree in front of him, his gaze becoming dimmer and dimmer. He spoke word by word, "York, I really miss you so much.

He had truly put it down, and the only thing that he couldn't let go of was York. But from this moment onwards, York had no longer been a heavy memory, but a longing.

There was no sound from the birds in the forest.

Silence.

Lambert stood beside him, the smile on his face gradually cooling down.

Perhaps what William said was not right, it was not that David had no soul, but it was just that a soul named "York" lived in his body. It was too full, and no one could enter.

After a long while, Lambert laughed again. He stretched out his hand and pounded the tree, saying, "That's enough. Although I can put it down, I have to have some time."

"Didn't you ask me to confess my feelings?"

David was somewhat innocent.

"Then there's no need to sprinkle salt on my wounds!" Lambert said with an intense tone. He then smiled and said, "Sprinkle it again after a while. Maybe it won't hurt anymore when that time comes."

These words caused David's breathing to stagnate. It would be a lie if he did not say that it was painful.

David looked at him and frowned, and he slowly withdrew his hand from the tree. Lambert looked at the luggage he had left in the distance and said, "Alright, your brother has prepared a plane ticket for me. I am going to catch a plane, so I can't stay any longer."

"Lambert, thank you. Also, I'm really sorry."

David looked at him and said with a voice full of guilt.

He smiled the entire time, gently hitting David's chest while he laughed, and said, "Since you feel that you're so sorry to me, you should agree to a request of mine."

"Any request that you want."

David said, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Any?

What if he put York down? That was even more terrifying than any other.

"Please put it down," Lambert said slowly as he watched him speak.

David's pupils constricted as he clenched his fist. Lambert said with a smile, "Please put down the mask. Take it off and let me have a look."

David was stunned.

Putting down the mask, what kind of request was this?

"From the time I realized it until now, I've never seen your face in its entirety. I'm rather curious." Lambert said with a smile.

"That's it?" As long as Lambert took off his mask, it would be that simple.

"That's it."

Lambert nodded solemnly.

"Alright."

To David, this was not a difficult matter to begin with. He did not even remember that he had always pretended in front of Lambert.

With that, David raised his hand and slowly took off the medical mask on his face.

He stood there watching quietly.

The mask slowly left, revealing David's true face, and most of the gauze on his face had been removed, but there were still some bruises, and even so, he was still unaffected by the handsomeness and handsome look, with mixed feelings of facial features. The contour was deep, his eyebrows were deep and grey, his nose bridge was very high, a pair of lips that were not thin or thick, and there was even a wound on his lips, making his entire face seem extremely sexy.

Just like him, David's elegance was emitted from every part of his body, including his facial features.

David had completely taken off the mask.

Lambert finally truly saw that David's complete face looked similar to what he had imagined. It was very handsome, very handsome, and very mature.

He had finally fulfilled his wish.

It really was time to go. Lambert nodded and smiled. "Alright, I see it. I'll be going then."

He did not say anything excessive. With a smile, he turned around and left. The moment he stretched his hand out to pull the luggage away, and the smile on his face stiffened.

David caught up to him. "Lambert, are you still my friends in the future?" Lambert turned his head with a smile, appearing to b deep in thought. "Being able to become friends with the Cullen Family's Eldest Young Master seems to be a beautiful thing. I can't rely on Lancaster anymore, so in the future, I'll have to ask Eldest Young Master to support myself!"