Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Colin had sent many messages to comfort me. He knew that I had been pampered since childhood and grew up without experiencing any hardships, so I would be scared when facing such things for the first time.

In his messages, he reminded me that everything had to be done according to Queenie's wishes and that I should not act recklessly. Queenie would also regret it if it was a case of irreversible consequences.

I was chatting with him while keeping an eye on Queenie. With his guidance and encouragement, I finally felt calmer.

At 2:00 am, it was my turn to sleep. Colin was also getting tired, so I asked him to rest too.

The night was terribly quiet, surrounded by darkness. It made me miss Colin all the more. I missed his embrace, the refreshing scent on him, and his loving gaze when he looked at me.

In my heart, Colin's position was far more than just a boyfriend. Many times, he was like a father, a brother, a friend, and a husband to me. With profound love, he embodied all the roles a man could take in his life. He held up the sky for me.

Lying on the narrow bed in the ward, I had a splitting headache and couldn't sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, the scene of Queenie lying in a pool of blood would appear. It was tearing me apart and making it hard for me to breathe.

Hence, I resented Flynn even more.

I couldn't help but recall the bits and pieces of their past relationship. Back then, they had a really good relationship. Both of them were determined to be with each other. They were the envy of the entire school, and everyone admired them as the perfect couple.

After five years, the once-perfect couple broke up. The love that once made others jealous ended tragically.

If such a deep love couldn't last, could we really still believe in love?

In a daze, I thought of Colin again. He should be asleep by now. Where was he sleeping? Was he lying on a narrow bed like me?

At a quarter past four, the sky began to brighten. I started to feel sleepy at around 5:00 am. But just as I fell asleep, I was awakened by footsteps in the corridor outside.

Sitting up, I found that Queenie had already woken up. She was still lying on the bed, but she was staring blankly out the window. Her hands were placed on her stomach as if she was touching her baby.

I felt heartbroken seeing this and couldn't bear to look at her. Andrew pretended not to see anything as well and gently persuaded her to drink some water to moisten her chapped lips. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

When the doctor came over for his rounds, he said that Queenie's bleeding had stopped. The next step was to go home and recuperate. The hospital was not quiet enough for a good rest. She could be discharged after finishing the drip in the morning.

While washing up, I saw my terribly haggard face in the mirror. Dark circles had formed under my eyes, my skin had become dull, and I had a distressed look. Just one night was enough to change someone.

Colin called at this time, and he was startled by my appearance. He repeatedly told me not to worry too much and said that he had booked a flight back yesterday.

I felt somewhat relieved at his words. It was great that he could finally come back today. I would have someone to discuss things with and rely on.

It was almost 11:00 am after Queenie finished her drip. Aunt Laura, the lady Andrew brought yesterday, had brought over some nutritious dishes she cooked herself. She said that those were excellent for postpartum nourishment and that Queenie should eat more.

She was extremely depressed and had no appetite. Despite our efforts to persuade and feed her, she only had a small bowl of oatmeal.

After eating, Andrew went out to do something. Queenie just lay in bed quietly like a lifeless doll. She seemed so fragile like she would break at a touch.

I sat beside her and observed her carefully. Her fair skin was almost translucent. Sweat had formed on her forehead, and she had sunken cheeks. The once plump young woman had become as skinny as a skeleton because of one person.

Her dull eyes told me that she had lost the will to live.