Say You Will Be Mine

Chapter 38 Pay You Back for the Rest of My Life (The End)

After a long time, Rebecca said quietly, “No.”

Samuel was stunned. Rebecca held his hand and sincerely said, “Mommy has Aaron, but you have no

one.”

The fear of Samuel was real then, and the love for Samuel was also real now.

In the past few years, she had watched him grow from a rookie father with a lot of trouble to what he

was now. He tried to control his temper, tried to give the children a family, tried to bring her and her

brother up by himself...

These were things which he might well have left to his servants, but he did them alone, not because he

was merely trying to prove something, but because he was genuinely good to them.

Even Rebecca’s life was saved by him from Laney regardless of life risk.

Her younger brother always cried for her mother. Rebecca knew Samuel had a hard time these years.

There was no reason for her to abandon her father.

Sidney stopped crying and looked at her father and sister with swollen eyes.

He was only three and he just wanted his families together. He did not understand the entanglement

and struggle behind.

Samuel moved lips. He was moved and pleased looking at Rebecca in the eyes. He held Rebecca’s

hands and said, “Good girl, take your brother to mom and live there for a few days. I am sick recently

and I have to see a doctor.”

“Daddy, I'll go with you to the doctor,” Said Rebecca.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Samuel refused, insisted on sending Rebecca to the United States. Aaron came out to pick up the

children. Samuel said goodbye to the two children in the courtyard door. He did not even see Matilda.

After he returned to home, he made an appointment with a doctor to check and treat his mental

condition.

He had a hard day, but he told nobody. Every day when he couldn't sleep, he would take out his phone.

The screensaver on it was a selfie of Matilda with two children. He kept it subconsciously.

He tried to forget them, but he couldn't.

Three months went by.

This day, after chatting with the doctor, Samuel received an overseas phone call.

On the phone was the long-lost Matilda's voice, “Samuel, I want to go home.”

Samuel turned pale on face and took a step back until he leaned against the wall. He asked urgently,

“Matilda, where are you? Why do you sound so weak? Are you all right --”

Before the words fell the phone was answered by another person. Aaron's slightly cold voice was

heard, “If you don't want her to die, come to Sri Lanka.”

Then he said the name of a hotel and hung up.

He was unable to hold the phone in his shaking hands, and his phone fell to the ground and broke into

pieces.

He stood there for a full minute.

A minute later, he bought the fastest flight to Sri Lanka and arrived at the hotel mentioned by Aaron

with excitement and trepidation.

He did not look good and only nodded to his query. Aaron took him to the room.

Samuel had to suppress his heart that was about to jump to his throat and followed Aaron to a small

house with a swimming pool.

When the door opened, the bony figure appeared. He was stunned.

Was that Matilda?

She lay on the bed with her eyes tightly closed. Her face was pale and her cheekbones were deeply

sunken. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed like those of a dying person.

He slowed his breath, walked slowly up to her, crouched down and grasped her outstretched wrist.

It was hot.

“She's got a fever. Why don't you take her to the hospital? What did you promise me?” Samuel shouted

in a low voice.

Aaron showed a sorrowful smile, “Do you think I don't want to? All the medicines were of no use. She

got fever again and again. The doctor said she is ill in heart.”

Samuel fondly touched Matilda's cheek and said angrily and painfully, “You worry me a lot. You finally

got some weight and not it has gone.”

Matilda opened her eyes.

Her eyes had no spirit, but at the time of seeing Samuel, they became bright and then quickly dimed

down.

Matilda closed her eyes again and pushed Samuel with difficulty. “I must have dreamed again,” she

murmured. “You must be so angry now, how can you come to see me?”

Samuel smiled, “I am really angry with you.”

Then he leaned forward to kiss on her lips.

The taste of her lips was not good. They were dry with dead skin. Samuel bit by bit caught and licked

them, as if tasting precious treasure.

Matilda's eyes popped out.

The next second Samuel had a sharp pain on his lips. He screamed and retreated, only to see Matilda

clutching her lips with one hand and pointing at him with the other.

“You, you, you --”

And then she lay down again. She was a patient. Just now she had used all her strength, she had no

strength now and fell to the bed.

But Matilda was still staring at the ceiling, thinking.

Samuel came over again and touched her forehead. He said angrily, “Are you a sleeping beauty? If you

wake up, go to the hospital.”

With that, he rolled the quilt to Matilda’s body and picked her up. He heard Matilda shouting his name.

“I'm sorry, Samuel.” she said.

Samuel froze in place, slowly he turned to see Matilda, and his eyes got blurred.

It seemed not to be difficult since she had said sorry. Matilda buried her head on his back and

repeatedly said sorry.

‘I'm sorry, I made those remarks on purpose.’

‘I'm sorry. I regret it.’

‘I'm sorry, Samuel. I still love you. Please don't leave me.’

Samuel hugged her tightly in his arms and never let go.

Seeing this, Aaron left cloudily never showed up again.

Six months later, Samuel and Matilda had a wedding.

On the wedding day, celebrities came to participate and people came in an endless stream. Samuel

announced on the spot that he would transfer 60% of shares to Matilda, and his two children would

each get 20% of his shares after his death, which caused uproar.

Samuel took Matilda to the honeymoon.

The blue sea in Sri Lanka stretched to the horizon. Samuel and Matilda sat side by side on the beach.

Samuel solemnly put on a ring for Matilda and scratched the tip of her nose, “Don't throw it away

again.”

Matilda smiled sheepishly and kissed the man.