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Jared survived, but the fall left him with a head injury. He not only lost part of his memory but also regressed to a childlike state.” When his mother arrived at the hospital and saw him like this, her eyes were filled with sorrow.
“He protected you with his life–that was his instinct. I don’t blame you,” she said softly.
Came let out a quiet sigh of relief X
Karin had attempted murder, and with Jared’s mother pulling the strings, her life in prison would be nothing short of miserable. She would never know freedom again.
As for Jared, he spent his days throwing tantrums over snacks or watching cartoons, nothing like the once–powerful heir of the Dalton family.”
The only unusual thing was his attachment to Carrie—he refused to take medicine or get an IV unless she was by his side. Carrie found herself at a crossroads. After all, she was ready to be discharged.
Jared’s mother, usually proud and distant, now pleaded with her. “I once saved Art’s life… Please, take this as a final favor and help me take care of Jared. Just for a month. At least long enough for him to take his medication properly. Otherwise. I may truly lose my son.”
Carrie hesitated. If Jared hadn’t shielded her from that knife, she wouldn’t be standing here now
Art gently reassured her, “Carrie, it’s okay. I’ll stay with you while you take care of him. The Dalton family saved me–it’s a miracle that leven woke up. We should repay their kindness.”
And so, they stayed to care for Jared.
Each day, Carrie ate with him, played with him, and laughed alongside him, as if she were a nursery teacher looking after a child. Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. His wounds had healed, but his memory remained lost.
Jared’s mother sighed. “Maybe this is for the best at least he’s not suffering.“”
When the time came to leave, Jared didn’t chase after her like before. Carrie took Art’s arm and never looked back. By November, Carrie and Art traveled to Dali for their wedding photoshoot, the sky a perfect shade of blue. Her pregnancy wasn’t obvious yet, and she looked breathtaking in her wedding dress, radiant and full of life. Art fussed over her, running around to make sure she was safe, terrified she might trip!
For five or six days, they posed for pictures, and she loved every single one.
Among the distant onlookers, Jared stood silently, his gaze never leaving her
Now, his mind was clear. He had regained everything–his memories, his pain, and the cruel reality of his mistakes. Yet, seeing Carrie’s pure, unburdened smile, he couldn’t bring himself to ruin her happiness.
Art was her world. She loved him
And as for Jared… he had lost her with his own hands. He deserved this suffering, this inescapable regret.
The doctor had given him no more than three months to live.
Just enough time to watch Carrie’s wedding joumey unfold.
Three months later, Jared look his last breath on the way to Spain.
As fate would have it, Camie’s wedding car passed right by his.
Inside the church, she and Art stood before the altar, solemnly swearing their vows, bound together forever.
Hand in hand, they walked down the aisle, stepping onto a path of rose petals.
Tears welled in Carrie’s eyes. “Art, after two years of waiting, our wedding is finally complete.”
Art held her close, whispering, “Carrie, I love you… until death.”
From this moment on, they would never be apart
Forever and always–without end.
