My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 473

With a faint smile, Rachel said, "This is the seal Eric had carved for me when he went on a trip."

Memories flooded her and made her smile wider. Gently rubbing the seal, she continued, "I used to think that he was too old-fashioned. I didn't expect that this would become my only connection with him."

"It's okay. You will find more things to connect with him in the future." Jack let her lean her head on his shoulder. "There are more than ten hours left. You should sleep first."

Rachel did not feel sleepy at the time, but she knew that Jack would only grow more worried if she refused to take a rest.

His face looked haggard from tiredness and a profound sadness. Rachel knew that it was all on her account.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to her without him by her side. She didn't know what to do.

In the hospital, Eric was lying in the bed and staring at the ceiling, his face devoid of expression.

The psychologist sat by his bedside and said something to him in a low voice, but Eric did not show any reaction. Frustration crept into the psychologist's expression.

He glanced at Eric's empty expression and shook his head slightly. He was about to rise from his seat when a pregnant woman entered the room. He started to tell her that she must have entered the wrong room, but the words were stuck in his throat when Jack followed her into the room.

Looking at Eric's pale face, Rachel covered her mouth and tried her best to hold back her tears. "Eric, are you okay?"

However, her words hung in the air: unacknowledged and unanswered.

Jack took a chair and placed it by the bedside for Rachel to sit on. He whispered in her ear, "Rachel, stay here and talk to Eric. We'll go out first."

He knew that if he and the psychologist stayed inside the room, then Rachel wouldn't be able to tell Eric the things that she wanted to say.

Rachel gave him a look of gratitude. "Thank you, Jack."

He smiled and flicked her forehead gently. "Don't be silly."

Jack shut the door, and then Rachel was left alone with Eric in the ward. She tightly grasped his hand. His hand remained unmoving, and the fact sent a bolt of pain in her heart. In the past, Eric would always shake her hand off whenever she took his hand in hers, shouting, "Rachel, you are so gross! We are both too old for this hand-holding business!"

Whenever he did that, Rachel would look at him in disgust and say, "Can't you control your voice? You are too loud!"

Now, with Eric lying so still in the bed that even his eyes didn't move, Rachel couldn't help but recall the past. She held back her tears and said in a choked-up voice, "Eric, I'm holding your hand right now. Why aren't you yelling at me? Why aren't you telling me that I'm gross?"

Nothing answered her but silence.

Rachel wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, pressed her lips together, and tried to calm herself down. Then she stood up, pointed at Eric's face, and yelled, "Eric Shen, this has nothing to do with you. Now, you're lying there and not getting any better. Do you think your mom can rest assured? Don't you feel sorry for worrying your poor mother?"

Upon hearing this words, Eric seemed to frown.

Rachel knew that the lack of emotions on Eric's face did not mean that he had none—it was because he tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her them again, her eyes held a faintly cruel expression. "Eric, if you don't want your mother to go in peace, then keep on lying there and don't move. Don't get up, and I won't help you out with the funeral arrangements. I'll just let her be. Even if someone tells me that I'm not showing filial piety, my conscience is clear. After all, her own son is just lying here motionless and not dealing with it. Why should I help?"

After delivering such vicious words, Rachel couldn't think for a while. Disjointed sentences started forming in her mind, but she couldn't speak.

Looking down at Eric, she let out a long sigh, as if the wind was suddenly knocked out of her sails. Feeling powerless, she murmured in a low voice, "If you persist in behaving like this, then I will leave."

The moment she turned around, she head a sob from the still figure lying in the bed. The first sound seemed like it was choked back, and suddenly, the floodgates were opened. Eric cried out, "Rachel, it's all my fault. I killed my mother. If I had caught her that time, then this would never have happened."

After a long time of not feeling, the tears flowed like an unrestrained river from his eyes.

Rachel rushed to his side and clasped his hands in hers. "Eric, it's not your fault. Nobody wants this to happen."