Chapter 18
Antonio’s parents rushed over, crying their eyes out. After they calmed down, they hired the best lawyer. They didn’t want any compensation but insisted that Emma must be sent to jail.
I provided high–definition security footage from the party, and there were so many witnesses.
The trial went smoothly. Emma was sentenced to twenty years for assault.
Antonio’s parents came to me. They said they’d pay me back for Antonio, and their only demand was for me to go visit him once.
Ever since Antonio woke up, he wouldn’t eat or drink anything. His eyes were dull and lifeless as if he were a soulless puppet.
I looked at Antonio’s parents, whose hair had turned gray. They weren’t exactly nice to me, but they always reminded Antonio to be good to me, so I guessed they were pretty good in–laws after all.
I didn’t want to let them down, so I went to the hospital to visit Antonio. Dad insisted that I should take two bodyguards with me.
Antonio’s eyes lit up the second he saw me.
“Finally, Grace, you’re here. Are you happy? I made sure Emma lost everything. From now on, she’ll live the most miserable life.
“And you’ve punished me, too. Well? Are you happy? You’re no longer distressed, are you?”
I looked at him, sighing helplessly.
“Antonio, no wonder you and I ended up like this. You never understand me. Others‘ suffering has nothing to do with either my grief or my happiness.”
Uneasy and puzzled, he shook his head..
“I don’t follow, Grace. What do you mean? Did I do something wrong? What should I do then? Tell me.”
He clutched at his hair in confusion and panic.
Something was off about him; I called the doctor over.
The doctor said he may have suffered a severe shock and was now mentally disturbed.
After his wound was scarred, his parents had to send him to a mental. rehabilitation center for treatment.
I visited him a couple of times; he was muttering to himself each time.
“Grace, don’t be sad. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I won’t do it again. I’ll never burn your things again, never hurt you again, and never lend your money to anyone else.
“Baby, I’m here to save you. When you grow up, you can hit me however you want. I won’t go singing ever again.” Every time I saw him like this, I always had mixed feelings. Later, I got swamped by things at work and stopped visiting him.
Three years later, Antonio’s mom called me and transferred me 5 million dollars.
She said that 1 million dollars was the money she paid me back on behalf of Antonio, and she hoped I’d take care of the rest 4 million dollars. She had cancer, and Antonio’s dad had died a few years earlier because he couldn’t handle the heavy blow.
She was worried that after she died, no one would pay for Antonio’s mental treatment, and he’d be kicked out and end up living on the streets.
At last, I accepted the money and set a fixed alarm to transfer the money to the mental rehabilitation center on the 10th of every month.
It had been three years. I had already let go of Antonio, and we no longer had anything to do with each other. However, he had no family left, and his mental state and IQ were the same as those of a preschooler.
Every time, I just sent Chad over to visit Antonio; he would take photos. and videos of Antonio, making sure Antonio wasn’t abused.
A year later, I was about to marry the man Dad had set me up with.
I told my fiance about Antonio and about our past.
He knew the reason why I still took care of Antonio; it wasn’t because I still had feelings for Antonio. It was simply because I had to
On my wedding day, Antonio escaped from the mental rehabilitation center. He tried to get into the hotel but wasn’t allowed.
Knowing that, I realized he had already recovered.
I transferred the money his mom left and the other half of his savings to
him.
Then I blocked all his contacts
From now on, we would be complete strangers.
I’d start a new life.
With the passage of time and my new busy life, I gradually let go of that unsuccessful marriage.
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It turned out that time indeed could take certain things away.
Now that I thought about it, I realized none of this mattered anymore.
My happiness was in my hands only.
The end..
