My Brother Became a Vegetable To Save Me Novel by NANCY ROWSE

I listened to Elio’s heartfelt confession with an impassive expression, feeling no stirrings within me.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

An urgent phone ring interrupted Elio’s monologue. Whatever his assistant said on the line caused Elio to stop crying. He placed a kiss on my gravestone and said softly, “Aimee, I’ll visit you again tomorrow,” before hurriedly leaving.

Elio’s actions struck me as foolish, though I was curious about what had made him so anxious.

I followed Elio back home and saw Samara there, tears streaming down her face.

“Eli, it really wasn’t me. It was Aimee, Aimee did it on purpose…”

It turned out to be about the drowning incident.

Before Samara could finish her sentence, Elio slapped her hard.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the empty house. I floated nearby, keenly watching the unfolding drama.

Seeing Elio and Samara, once fond of each other, now fighting fiercely over one issue, brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction. I hoped their argument would continue, becoming as messy and dramatic as possible.

Elio glared at Samara with fierce anger.

“Samara, I underestimated you. I always thought you were kind, but you’re nothing but a viper. You’re the true culprit behind Aimee’s death.”

“I had a chance to save Aimee, but I foolishly gave the heart we matched for her to you. How regretful, how regretful. Is this some cruel joke from fate? Hahaha, it’s utterly ridiculous!” Elio laughed bitterly, his face reflecting despair.

Samara, no longer concerned with her dignity, crawled toward Elio, gasping and clutching at his pant leg.

“Elio, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I made this mistake because I love you so much,” she sobbed.

Elio showed no sign of forgiveness; instead, he kicked Samara away.

He shouted at her with fury, “Samara, you shouldn’t be apologizing to me. The person you should apologize to is already dead. What good are your words now? Can Aimee come back? Why don’t you go and die in her place!”

Samara had never heard Elio speak like this before. Terrified, she continued to apologize.

“I’m sorry, Aimee. I’m so sorry…”

Her repeated apologies did not move me in the slightest. Those who have wronged others must face the consequences of their actions.

Seeing Samara’s crazed state, Elio wasted no time in making a phone call to have her committed to a psychiatric hospital.

Feeling deeply troubled, Elio left the house and went to the residence I had moved to in frustration. Surrounded by my belongings, his eyes reddened with emotion.

He entered my room, searching meticulously for traces of me. He discovered a piece of paper by my bedside and picked it up with curiosity.