Chapter 74 We're Even

Wesley remained silent, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes, like bright pearls covered in a thick layer of gauze. Seeing him like this, Thomas felt sorry for him. "Let it go. She's dead, been dead for two and a half years. The dead can't come back to life, but the living still have to keep living." "She's not dead," Wesley muttered hoarsely. "What?" Thomas felt sad. "Oh no, oh no, you're really depressed. You're having hallucinations and talking nonsense." "She's not dead," Wesley repeated, his voice louder this time. Thomas sighed helplessly. "How is that possible? I was the one who saved her back then. I saw her heartbeat stop with my own eyes. How could she still be alive? Wesley, you're the rightful heir of the Howard family in New York City. Can't you stop looking like you're dead all the time?" The more he looked at him, the more irritated he became. When people were alive, they didn't know how to cherish, but when they died, they started acting as if they