Chapter 685
You Hit My Heart
Let it all end with the wind.
âNo, don't, Joyce!"
Luther rushed up against all odds, but was held back by the powerful
heat flow.
Ricky's body was not far away, but he did not even look at it. He knew it
was Joyce who killed Ricky.
He instantly understood that just now he had a brush with death, and it
was Joyce who saved him at the last moment.
However, Joyce was blown off the cliff by the explosion.
"Joyce, no!"
He was burned by the hot air currents and was heavily thrown
backwards. He shouted hysterically. His voice was full of grief and
anger, like that of a howling gale, piercing through the explosion, the
stone forest and the layers of waves. His hysterical shouting kept
echoing everywhere and hovering overhead for a long time, so that
everyone in the entire vicinity of the cliff could hear him.
No way, he didn't believe it.
Just before his eyes, she fell off the cliff.
He watched her disappear into the horizon and he felt like a million
sharp blades were cutting his heart at the same time.
No way!
No way!
There were too many things he hadn't asked her. He wouldn't allow it!
He wouldn't allow it!
The mourning soon reached its limit and his head ached violently.
He was almost overwhelmed by the waves of the ferocious aching. His
body went limp, and he crouched on the gravel ground convulsing in
pain.
He rolled over in pain.
Every nerve in the head, and every cell in his body, were experiencing
the same severe pain.
Every bit of his skin and every inch of his bone seemed to be torn
apart.
The headache was like a blade slicing his heart.
Every part of his body was twitching and hurting to the extreme. The
pain was beyond what words could describe.
In his mind, there were countless images rushing around and each of
them was about to pop up.
He could no longer resist it all, and they must come out now!
As if they could no longer be kept in that little black hole, all the things
and all the memories that were once lost were, at this moment, running
at him like the worst tsunami in the world and everything that stood in
their way collapsed instantly.
Deep in the memory, a bright, piercing light shot straight out.
It was like the last lightning bolt that shot out of the heavy fog.
"Baffâ"
All the memories, complete and intact, were put into place with a crash.
He remembered, all of it.
At a moment like this, he remembered it all!
He remembered, at Seaview's, he exposed Charlotte that night.
He remembered that he had long found out the truth, that it was Joyce
who saved him, and that he was filled with happiness that nigh when he
knew the child Joyce was carrying was his. That night he was
overwhelmed by the good news, he wanted to find Joyce immediately
and he was set up.
Then he was hit from behind and before he lost consciousness, he saw
the person who did it to him.
It's Ricky. It's the Ricky who's having an affair with Charlotte.
God, what had he forgotten?
He actually forgot something so important ...
After he lost his memory, what the hell had he done to her...
How could he forgive himself?
He fell to the ground with a splitting headache and a broken heart.
He hated himself so much that he wanted to kill himself...
How could he make the same mistake twice...
He didn't trust her, doubted her, despised her, humiliated her, hurt her,
trampled her, and wronged her.
The list went on and on.
He was unforgivably guilty!