You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1920

Chapter 1920: I'm Willing

Several days later, Christian returned Athena's ashes to the Tanaka family and the Yoshikawa family in Rohomes.

It was a rainy day, with misty morning weather and low visibility. Looking around, the lush greenery was shrouded in white mist.

A private plane was parked on the empty runway. Vicki and Joyce were both there. Vicki held a large black umbrella, big enough to shelter both of them. The wild winds blew, and it took all of Vicki's strength to keep the umbrella from being blown away.

Joyce held onto Vicki's arm, silently gazing ahead. Christian boarded the plane and handed over a black-cloth-wrapped box to the personnel on the private plane.

Vicki glanced at Joyce. "Why did you come out in this weather? I said I could handle it alone. Are you worried? Do you want to see Athena's ashes with your own eyes?"

"A little," Joyce admitted. "She was so malicious, I'm afraid she might come back."

"Don't worry, that's impossible," Vicki scoffed. "She knew it herself, she didn't have long. That's why she wanted to take us down with her, even in her final moments, her intentions were so cruel."

"Yeah, she was addicted to drugs and wouldn't have lived much longer. In a way, I think her whole life was a tragedy. Born into the Yoshikawa family, she saw the darkness of human nature from a young age. She gradually disguised herself, living in deceit, and in the end, I'm afraid she even believed it herself," Joyce shrugged. "I can imagine, she had deluded herself a long time ago."

"I agree. At first, she might have genuinely felt something for Mr. Warner. But her possessiveness was too strong; she didn't understand what love truly meant. In her eyes, it was all about possession. I think the years of repressed life led to a severe mental illness. But neither the Yoshikawa family nor the Ballard family were willing to face this fact. Without proper treatment, she'd only become more extreme," Vicki sighed. "Sometimes, it's really better to be born into an ordinary family. Maybe it would have been a different life."

"Yeah," Joyce agreed. "To whom much is given, much is expected. You and I are destined to lead extraordinary lives."

"Let it go, I've gotten used to it," Vicki patted Joyce's shoulder.

At that moment, after handing over the urn, Christian came down from the plane and walked over to Joyce.

His hand held a similarly black umbrella, and the fine rain fell on his shoulders, covering his black suit with a layer of mist.

"It's all over. You can leave now," Christian's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion. Whether it was the truth of the past or Athena's death, these facts had all been fully accepted, and no ripples stirred in his heart.

Joyce glanced at Christian's hand holding the umbrella, wrapped in thick gauze that was faintly seeping, and asked with concern, "Your hand, it looks severely burned. Is it serious?"

This was when Christian prevented Athena from throwing sulfuric acid, which ended up splashing on his own hand.

"It's okay," Christian dismissed. In reality, the burn was severe, even down to the bone, but it no longer mattered. With this scar, he would always remember his past mistake and the profound lesson.

Suddenly the air fell quiet.

Joyce didn't know what else to say.

The once close distance seemed to make them more distant due to this incident. Joyce was mainly concerned that Christian had internal struggles.

Vicki, known for her straightforward nature, couldn't stand such an awkward situation. "What are you two doing? If you have something to say, just say it. We've known each other for a long time, there's no need for this."

Christian's face turned serious. "Joyce, I've heard about the poisoning incident with Luther, and it still hasn't been resolved, has it? Athena is not absolved from this. I've heard reports that Athena once used money to threaten you. Later, the antidote was destroyed. All of this is my doing. If I hadn't believed in Athena, how could you have fallen to this point today?"

Vicki was stunned and was about to ask Joyce.