Love Contract

Chapter 128 Mother's Death (Part One)

William drove back to the villa. He didn't stop for fear that Frank would do something really stupid if he didn't come back on time.

He had indirectly killed his sister and couldn't let anything else happen to him anymore.

"Frank!"

William called worriedly, pushing open the door of the villa and rushing inside to look for Frank.

Frank was sitting on the sofa, a photo of Sansa in his hands. His eyes were misty.

William breathed a sigh of relief.

"Frank..." William said softly, walking over to Frank and squatting down beside him. He caressed his head and asked, "Why are you holding Sansa's photo? Do you miss your sister?"

"William..." Frank said, his voice wobbly as he looked up at William. He wrapped his arms around William's neck and anxiously said, "I don't want to stay here anymore. Didn't we agree to go to Norway? All the procedures have been completed. Why can't we leave, William?"

"Because..." William pursed his lips, lost for words.

He knew that if he went to Norway, he would have to divorce with Mary, which meant that he would never see her again.

It was this thought that caused him to feel particularly reluctant to go to Norway.

"William, why don't you say anything?" Frank raised his head and stared at William.

"Be more patient, Frank."

Frank's brow suddenly cleared. He asked, "Do you want me to die so that you can remember me?"

"Frank, don't say that! That's ridiculous!" William said angrily, getting to his feet.

"My sister has been gone for so many years, but you still can't forget her," Frank said, looking at the photo. "If I die, will you remember me forever as well?"

"Frank, don't be silly!" William said desperately.

"Silly? I am silly?" Frank roared. "Do you know how much pain I am in? "

William felt guiltier with every word that Frank said.

"Frank..." he said. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Frank turned his back on William before saying what filled William with cold. "I'll give you this one last night. It's up to you whether you want me to die or to go with me!"

He then turned around and went upstairs.

William rubbed his brow, trying to ease the tension. He had never been more confused than he had been now.

To leave or not to leave - what a conundrum!

Frank went into his room, slammed the door shut, walked to the bed, and lay listlessly on the bed, his eyes open and cold.

There was silence.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened his email app.

He had received an email about two hours ago when he'd been at home alone.

It was an intimate photo of him and Corbett lying on the sofa, naked. It must have been taken after he had gotten drunk that day.

Every time he thought of that day, he felt his heart being dunked in cold, icy water.

"I am in Thailand, negotiating with them. I accidentally saw this photo and suddenly wanted to send it to you. Don't forget how wonderful we were that day," the body of the email said.

Frank had read it and immediately wanted to throw his phone away.

Corbett was dangerous. There was every possibility that he would find him if he really came back from Thailand. If William discovered this, he'd know that Frank had lied to him. He'd hate Frank, wouldn't he? He hated it most when others lied to him, without exception.

Besides, William had fallen in love with Mary. Only thing was that he didn't realize this fact!

Frank turned over, his eyes focusing.

Since Corbett hadn't yet returned, he had to leave with William before William found out anything about his feelings!

It would be too late, if that were to happen.

Frank deleted the e-mail before he could question his judgment.

William sat down on the sofa in the living room, picked up a cigarette from the table, and began to smoke. Of late, he had begun to smoke too frequently.

When Frank went downstairs early in the morning, he saw William sitting on the sofa, his back to him.

"Have you made up your mind?" Frank asked.

"Okay," William said without turning around. "Let's go to Norway." A smile of victory and relief appeared on Frank's face.

"Then we'll leave today," Frank said, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. "I can't leave today,"

said William, turning around to look at him. "I want to go see Sansa again. It will take only two days, and we can leave after that."

Frank paused and said, "Okay. But you and Mary?"

"Divorce agreement," William said, but he was soon overcome with sobs.

He choked on them, his Adam's apple wobbling. He hadn't expected it to be so difficult to speak those two words.

He hadn't thought much when they had gotten married, just gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau with their identifications to get the certificate. But now, when he said the word 'divorce', his mouth just didn't seem to want to operate.

"Divorce agreement," repeated William, "I will ask the lawyer to give it to her."

"Okay," Frank said, nodding. "Then let's go to see my sister right away."

"Okay," William said, but didn't say anything else.

They had a quick brunch and didn't leave until it was close to noon.

They were going to R Town...

William was upset.

R Town was so big that they wouldn't pass by his family house if they went to Sansa's cemetery. But they were in the same town, after all. He didn't know if his father and Aunt Amy were still in R Town.

He hadn't seen them since the time he had left home nor had he contacted them.

But he was sad, because even if he didn't like his father, they were still related; his father was still what he had always been.

They drove for a few hours before entering

R Town .

William's phone began to ring and he pulled it out.

Frank stared at William's phone, fearing that the name he hated would appear on the screen.

"Lucas," William answered the phone, glancing briefly at Frank.

Frank breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello?" "What is it?"

"Um..." Lucas's voice was unusually dull. "What's wrong?" William asked.

"I'm leaving," Lucas said. "I'm going back to America."

William's eyebrows shot up, but he remained calm as he said, "Okay. I guess you have been here for a long time."

"Yes," Lucas said, sighing imperceptibly. "I won't return for a long time."

William was stunned. His words seemed strange, given that Lucas's family and career were all in the United States. So it was normal for him to go back home.

But why was he specially emphasizing it?

"Is there something on your mind?" William asked.

"No. I'm just afraid you're going to miss me. So I'm telling you in advance," Lucas said, his voice calm.

"Fuck off!" William cursed. His doubts had just been cleared up.

Lucas merely laughed.

"When are you leaving?" asked William.

"In a few days."

"Okay," William nodded. "And Mary...."

Lucas had barely gotten the word out when Frank's voice cut through the air in the car. "William!" Frank had been resting with his eyes closed, but Mary's name seemed to push him out of his languor. "Why haven't you hung up yet?"

"It won't take long," William said, glancing at Frank before asking Lucas again, "What were you saying?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Lucas said, sighing. He had clearly heard Frank's voice. It seemed that he had already dealt with Mary.

"If there is nothing else, I need to go," William said.

"Where are you now?" Lucas asked suddenly.

"I'm in R Town. I wanted to see Sansa," William answered.

"Oh," Lucas said. "Okay then, bye."

"Okay. Bye. Have a nice trip."

"You too."

Lucas hung up, picked up the cigarette he had put in the ashtray, and began to smoke.

Should he go to Kylin International and see Mary?

No. Lucas sighed. He had suddenly wanted to go back to the United States because he found himself in love with Mary. He was afraid that he would fall deeper for her, and the only solution to it for him was his escape to the USA.

If he went to see her again, he would probably become even more reluctant to leave.

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