?<strong>Chapter 879:</strong>


    “I’m thinking about what’s best for her mental health,” she exined. “After what she’s been through, she needs to get away from this ce. It’s full of bad memories.”


    “If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself,” Neal said, stepping aside.


    Kallie hesitated for a moment and then walked into the room. She’d expected to find Brysen in a terrible state, a shadow of her former self. But what she found waspletely different from what she’d imagined.


    Brysen was sitting by the window, bathed in sunlight. She was dressed neatly, her hair brushed and styled. Someone had obviously been taking good care of her. She was watering a small pot of flowers, a peaceful smile on her face.


    She looked healthier and happier than thest time Kallie hadid eyes on her.


    “Brysen?” Kallie asked hesitantly.


    But just like thest time, Brysen didn’t answer. She just smiled faintly. If not for herck of a response, she seemed almost normal.


    Just then, Neal walked up behind Kallie.


    “Miss Nixon, as you can see, Brysen is doing okay now. She’s getting better.”


    “I took her to the hospital a few days ago, and the doctor said she’ll probably continue like this. That’s why I suggested not leaving here for now. Being her boyfriend, I’ve already made ns. In a month, I will marry her. Even if she never getspletely better, I’m not going to leave her. I’m telling you this because I want you to know you can trust me to take care of her.”


    Kallie coughed, feeling a little awkward. She felt she was intruding on things between Neal and Brysen. It wouldn’t be right for her to get involved in their rtionship. Besides, Neal seemed to treat Brysen nicely. She had no reason to worry.


    Kallie gave Neal a grateful smile.


    “Thanks for your effort on Brysen’s recovery,” she said.


    Neal walked over to Brysen and took her hand, looking at her with what appeared to be an affectionate expression.


    “I love her with all my heart,” he said.


    “Being with her is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Plus, Mr. Morgan even granted me a long leave after he learned everything.”


    Kallie gave a nod, crossing the room to where Brysen sat. She reached out, brushing her fingers gently through Brysen’s hair.


    “Oh, Brysen, how I’ve yearned to be by your side again. I’ll make sure to visit more often. You need to heal and find that spark of joy that used to light up your world.”


    Suddenly, Brysen, previously engulfed in silence, erupted in wild and chaotic motion. She hurled the watering can she had clutched directly at Kallie.


    Kallie, startled yet devoid of anger, stepped back, her eyes wide with dismay.


    “Brysen, what’s happened? Do you feel unwell?”


    Gasping for air, Brysen shot Kallie a look, her eyes a turbulent storm of pain and usation. A chill raced down Kallie’s spine as she deciphered the usation in Brysen’s stormy eyes.


    Brysen was ming her, an unmistakable and fierce grudge that seemed to emanate from the depths of Brysen’s soul. But why? Was it because she had asked Brysen to shadow that mysterious figure and confirm if it truly was Jake?


    “Brysen,” Kallie whispered, her voice trembling as she took a tentative step forward, her hands nervously sping each other.


    “Are you ming me? Are you haunted by the memory of that day when I asked you to follow him? I regret it deeply. It was my error, one I wish I could erase. I should have been the one to go. I am truly sorry.”


    Tears streaked down Kallie’s cheeks as she spoke.


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