Goodbye to the Love I Lost Eight Years Ago Chapter 11
Liam looked down at the long trail of blood Vanessa had dragged across the floor.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll let you go.”
After that, he went with Vanessa to the courthouse.
He took on all the debt himself and let her leave.
That was the last mercy he had left in him.
Afterward, his life seemed to fall apart completely.
Every day, he drank at home.
Margaret began begging him day after day, pleading with him to stop destroying himself.
Every time, Liam only looked at her calmly.
“Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?
“A good son who stays under your control forever.”
He gave a faint smile.
“Look at me. I’m so obedient now. I’m staying with you. I’ll stay with you until we’re beaten to death together.”
At last, Margaret became afraid.
She cried.
She begged.
She begged him to let her go.
But Liam only looked at her and said, “Does crying help?”
“When Claire cried, why didn’t you let her go?
“When I cried, why didn’t you let me go?”
Under the weight of that torment, growing worse with every passing day, Margaret finally broke.
She died by suicide.
Afterward, the police contacted Liam countless times and asked him to claim her body.
He never went.
He only told them calmly, “Bury her. Cremate her. Throw her away. Do whatever you want.”
After all, Claire was dead.
His life had been ruined too.
A year later, Liam truly could not keep going anymore.
The people he hated were gone, dead, or out of reach.
On the day he missed Claire so badly he could no longer bear it, he decided to die.
But just as he was about to jump into the river, Claire’s mother found him.
“Liam, I truly don’t want to care about you.”
Her voice trembled.
“I really, really don’t.
“But you were my daughter’s final regret.
“Do you know why Claire was able to hold ont for so many years? She had pancreatic cancer. The most painful kind.”
Her eyes reddened.
“But every time she wanted to give up, all I had to say was, ‘Claire, hold on. Liam is still overseas waiting for you to find him And she would grit her teeth and keep going, no matter how much it hurt.
“Liam, while Claire was alive, her greatest wish was for you to live well.
“If you die today, Claire will never forgive you.”
Because of those words, Liam cried until his whole body shook.
Live well?
But without Claire, how could his life ever be well?
During those eight years overseas, he had not lived well. He had been nothing but a walking corpse.
After coming home, he had not lived well either. Every day felt like being cut open inch by inch.
But Claire wanted him to live.
What could he do?
It was Claire’s wish.
Even if living was agony, he had to live.
So he stepped down from the bridge.
After that, Liam began pretending to be a normal person.
He worked hard.
He paid off every debt.
Later, he became a doctor again.
Everyone praised him as a good doctor.
No one knew his heart had been empty for a very long time.
He only wanted to do more good, save more lives, and earn whatever grace he could, so that maybe, in her next life, Claire would be born somewhere kinder.
Finally, after more years as a doctor than he cared to count, after pushing through seventy two straight hours on duty, Liam collapsed at the operating table.
Everyone around him panicked and tried desperately to save him.
But Liam only curved his lips into a faint smile.
At last, he was free.
At last, he had fulfilled Claire’s final wish.
He had lived a whole life.
As well as he could.
