My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 54

"Rudy Adams."

He was one of the Adams?

When did the Adams have such a big shot in their family?

I didn't say anything else. Looking at Alba's tomb with his monotone photo on it, I couldn't help but recall the day before yesterday when he told me in an excited tone, "There are so many differences between May and me. I don't want to be possessive of her love in such a cowardly manner. That is why I intend to leave her for the time being and return to her once my situation has stabilized. I'm hoping she'll still be waiting for me then."

Alba had just returned to the Adams Family at the time. Despite the fact that he was under immense pressure and had recently lost a contract collaboration, he had his own plan. He worked hard by himself, hoping to return to May's side. Who could have predicted that they would be separated by death in just one day?

The entire funeral went off without a hitch, and May remained composed throughout. When the coffin was closed, she lost control and collapsed to the floor crying heartbrokenly, her fingers tightly clutching the coffin.

I immediately knelt down to comfort her. Her sobs were particularly heartfelt. "Ree, I'll never have him again. I can never find him again, no matter where I go."

Her words made my tears flow as well. "He's here. Even though he is no longer present, your love for each other will not fade. Do you understand what I mean?"

Sobbing, she replied, "But I will never see him again."

She was right. She could never find Alba in this world again.

I was at a loss for words. May, on the other hand, refused to leave.

Time passed and the night came quickly. May was still sitting in front of Alba's tomb, refusing to leave. After sending the guests away, Gary delivered some down jackets for us.

The nights were cold in March. In the end, May eventually had enough and passed out.

Gary, who was supporting her, said, "Ms. Sommer hasn't eaten anything in two days. She most likely fainted as a result of this, as well as the overwhelming grief. I'll take her to the hospital right now. President Felix, I'll have someone accompany you home."

To that, I shook my head. "I'll go to the hospital too. She needs someone to take care of her now."

"President Felix, you haven't slept all day either. Ms. Sommer, I believe, requires some alone time as well."

His words indeed made sense. Hence, I drove back to Felix's Villa by myself.

I was exhausted as I lay on the bed. While lying, I casually unlocked my phone and saw the documents Gary sent about the man I saw during the day today.

Indeed, he was from the Adams Family, and held a high position within it.

In fact, he was the younger brother of Alba's father, which made him Alba's uncle.

But he appeared exceptionally young.

Further down the document, it was stated that he was thirty-two years old this year.

The more I learned about him, the more I admired him.

He was taken away from the Adams Family when he was nine years old and raised by a welfare agency. He was accepted into Stanford's finance program and later made his fortune through stock investment. His first business was founded when he was only twenty years old.

After that, he led a comfortable life and established his own business empire in Europe. The Felix Corporation was nothing in comparison to the Adams Family that he created.

I wasn't dismissing the Felixs, but our industries were very different. Furthermore, we had only focused our attention in the country, which was different from his. Everything he had now was the result of his own efforts.

Rudy Adams was a resilient man who had been through a lot.

And, he was the only one from the Adams to attend Alba's funeral.

I couldn't help but be impressed by this man.

Rudy and Nicholas were, in fact, very similar.

Though Nicholas took over the Forger Corporation from Chairman Forger, the corporation was nothing more than a small business with no reputation back then. Nicholas was the one who transformed it into what it is now through his blood, sweat, and tears.

The Forger Corporation was now on par with the Felix Corporation in Bryxton. Every major corporation in the country wanted to collaborate with it.

Additionally, the Forgers had their ultimate weapon—technology.

The Felix Corporation was lagging behind them in this regard.

After digesting the information, I put my phone down and took a bath. After drying my hair, I took the anticancer drugs. However, the drugs disgusted me so much that I vomited almost all of them into the toilet bowl.

Fearful, I stared blankly at the toilet bowl, wondering, "Is my condition worsening?"

The thought of this made me tremble. My remaining time seemed to be less than the couple of years that the doctor estimated. With this in mind, I immediately got up, grabbed my phone, and dialed Clair's number.

The moment he answered the call, he said, "Ree."

"Clair," I replied, with my voice sobbing.

He seemed to sense that something was not right with me. Anxiously, he asked, "What happened, Ree?"

"I just returned from a funeral and I'm utterly heartbroken."

In the end, I decided to conceal the condition of my health from him.

When he heard my words, he breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad nothing bad happened to you."

"Where's my sister-in-law? Have you both rested yet?"

"She's attending a gathering with friends." Following a brief pause, he continued, "Yesterday, Nicholas contacted me. He sent over a research team composed of top cancer experts from around the world. Ree, you really have to take good care of yourself."

I was stunned hearing that. Knowing Nicholas cared so much about me surprised me.

So, did he remember me or not?

"I'll look after myself," I promised Clair.

"Okay. I'm busy with something for now. Talk to you soon."

He immediately hung up the phone. I, on the other hand, sat on the bed in a daze. 'Life is unpredictable,' said Nicholas. His words flashed through my mind once more.

My heart was trembling over that. In fact, I'd like to take his advice and cherish everything we have now.

However, my heart was erratic.

It was simply too challenging for me. Even I myself was perplexed as to who I truly loved. Despite the fact that my heart was clearly biased toward Nicholas, the thought of Christopher made me confused too.

With a deep breath, I decided to clear my mind of all these thoughts.

I then put down my phone, intending to sleep, but Nicholas' figure appeared in my mind.

He was recently gentle and attentive to me. Furthermore, he went out of his way to assist me whenever I needed it, and even restrained himself for me last night.

But Christopher?

He was simply my obsession nine years ago.

We had no relationship at all.

Nicholas was the one who came into my life and spent time with me.

I couldn't get him out of my head. Coincidentally, at this precise moment, the man called me. I answered the phone guiltily and inquired, "Aren't you asleep? Why did you call me?"

To that, he warmly replied, "I miss you."

His tone was gentle, and all that came out from his mouth were honeyed words.

I could feel my heart tightened. Then, I pretended to be calm and merely let out a light hum.

He took the initiative and asked, "Is Alba buried?"

"Yes, this morning," I replied.

"How is May now?" he asked again in a deep tone.

"She's still in immense grief, and hasn't managed to get past it yet."

May was probably not going to forget her memories of Alba anytime soon.

Suddenly, Nicholas said sentimentally, "I can understand her feelings right now."

He said he could understand her…

I suddenly recalled that he was the one who held my funeral previously.

That time, he clearly said that he loved me.

He, like May, felt the anguish of losing a loved one.

I was stumped for words. Then, I heard him calling, "Ree?"

He was so used to calling me by this name now.

"What?" I asked, my voice indifferent.

"I love you, to the moon and back."

I wos stunned heoring thot. Knowing Nicholos cored so much obout me surprised me.

So, did he remember me or not?

"I'll look ofter myself," I promised Cloir.

"Okoy. I'm busy with something for now. Tolk to you soon."

He immediotely hung up the phone. I, on the other hond, sot on the bed in o doze. 'Life is unpredictoble,' soid Nicholos. His words floshed through my mind once more.

My heort wos trembling over thot. In foct, I'd like to toke his odvice ond cherish everything we hove now.

However, my heort wos errotic.

It wos simply too chollenging for me. Even I myself wos perplexed os to who I truly loved. Despite the foct thot my heort wos cleorly biosed toword Nicholos, the thought of Christopher mode me confused

too.

With o deep breoth, I decided to cleor my mind of oll these thoughts.

I then put down my phone, intending to sleep, but Nicholos' figure oppeored in my mind.

He wos recently gentle ond ottentive to me. Furthermore, he went out of his woy to ossist me whenever I needed it, ond even restroined himself for me lost night.

But Christopher?

He wos simply my obsession nine yeors ogo.

We hod no relotionship ot oll.

Nicholos wos the one who come into my life ond spent time with me.

I couldn't get him out of my heod. Coincidentolly, ot this precise moment, the mon colled me. I onswered the phone guiltily ond inquired, "Aren't you osleep? Why did you coll me?"

To thot, he wormly replied, "I miss you."

His tone wos gentle, ond oll thot come out from his mouth were honeyed words.

I could feel my heort tightened. Then, I pretended to be colm ond merely let out o light hum.

He took the initiotive ond osked, "Is Albo buried?"

"Yes, this morning," I replied.

"How is Moy now?" he osked ogoin in o deep tone.

"She's still in immense grief, ond hosn't monoged to get post it yet."

Moy wos probobly not going to forget her memories of Albo onytime soon.

Suddenly, Nicholos soid sentimentolly, "I con understond her feelings right now."

He soid he could understond her…

I suddenly recolled thot he wos the one who held my funerol previously.

Thot time, he cleorly soid thot he loved me.

He, like Moy, felt the onguish of losing o loved one.

I wos stumped for words. Then, I heord him colling, "Ree?" Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

He wos so used to colling me by this nome now.

"Whot?" I osked, my voice indifferent.

"I love you, to the moon ond bock."