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My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 405

It was as if Helen had a surge of courage because suddenly, she was standing at the exterior of the railings. She stepped on the platform which was only as wide as her palm, with both hands on the railings. She looked haggard.

The wind on the rooftop was strong, and her whole body swayed along. If she was not careful enough, she could begin her drop from the top of this 100-story building.

If she were to fall, she would most likely turn into meat paste when she hit the ground.

A psychologist and a rescue team had arrived before we did.

As soon as Irvin and I got to the rooftop, Helen became even more agitated. Her eyes were red as she choked back her tears. "Irvin, I'm sorry."

Irvin tried to hide the fear he felt as he looked at Helen, who could fall off at any time. He said shakily, "Mom, you don't have to say sorry. I don't blame you. Please come down. Let's talk about it when we get home?"

Helen shook her head, her face looked even more soulless as ever. "Irvin, you're the only man in the family, and your father loved you. He never had a child with Nerissa because he was afraid that you would get nothing after he passed. You should live well, get married, have children, and take care of the Granger family well. That way, your father and I can rest in peace."

These words were her wishes, her final instructions to those left behind.

Irvin's eyes were a watery red. He tried hard to control his emotions and to comfort Helen by saying, "Mom, I know. Come down because you need to help find me an amazing girl to marry. You have to watch me get married. So, please Mom, don't get rash on me now. Come down and we can live together happily as a family."

Helen shook her head again, and her tears streamed down her cheeks. She said, her voice heavy with unbearable melancholy, "Irvin, please don't blame me. I only made it this far, for ten years, out of hatred for him. I couldn't face defeat, but now that hate is gone, so there's no point in living anymore. It's been so many years, and I still owe him an apology. I have to go look for him. If I couldn't be by his side and we grow old together in this lifetime, then I shall keep him company in the afterlife."

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