A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

“I just want to find Jonathan!”

“I really saw him, I did! It was Jonathan, it was him…” I broke down in tears. “Please, let me go find. Jonathan. I need to see my brother…”

A broad, warm chest enveloped me as though cradling something precious, something irreplaceable.

I caught the familiar scent of pine, mingled with a faint, intoxicating fragrance, the kind only a clean, crisp man carried. I had only ever smelled it on Jonathan.

“Shh. Don’t cry, Ari. It’s okay. You saw him. It was your brother, you didn’t imagine it,” he coaxed gently, his voice soothing.

But my sobs only grew louder. Despite my struggles, he held me firmly, refusing to let me get out of bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, pinning me down with a calm, steady grip.

“Don’t get too worked up. The doctor said you hit your head again, and you can’t handle any more sudden triggers.” Logan’s tone shifted, becoming more commanding.

Slowly, I began to calm down. He stayed there, holding me close, his body pressing mine gently against the bed.

After a while, I whispered, “I’m okay now. You can let me go.”

Logan hesitated but finally released me, Still cautious, he sat by the bed, watching me with a serious expression to make sure I wouldn’t lose control again.

I wiped my tears away, my voice hoarse. “Where’s Jonathan?”

Logan sighed deeply. “He said… he doesn’t want to see you right now.”

Fresh tears welled up in my eyes. “Why? Please, tell me why! Did I do something unforgivable in the past? Is that why he won’t come?”

Logan’s lips pressed into a thin line. His silence was all the confirmation I needed.

I started crying again. A tissue appeared in front of me. Through my tear–blurred eyes, I looked up.

Logan handed it to me. “Wipe your tears. Enough crying.”

“But… Jonathan…” I choked out. As my emotions surged once more, Logan suddenly placed a hand over my mouth.

“I said, no more crying.”

His long fingers covered my lips. His hand was so large that it nearly cupped the entire lower half of my

face.

Seeing that I had finally quieted down, Logan slowly spoke again. “Your brother’s still in the country. He just has a few things he needs to figure out, but I believe you two will reconcile.”

I looked up at him, teary–eyed, and instinctively clutched his sleeve. “Really?”

Logan nodded, his tone firm. “Yes. But first, you need to rest and heal. Then, you’ll fight.

“Fight?” I blinked in confusion. “Fight for what?”

Logan’s expression darkened slightly. “Don’t you want to take back everything that belongs to you? Don’t you want justice?”

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I was stunned at first, but after a long pause, I nodded firmly.

Logan smiled. He patted my head, just as he always did. “Good girl.”

I suddenly pressed his hand to my cheek, looking into his eyes with determination. “Logan, you have to help me”

Logan was momentarily taken aback. Slowly, his long fingers brushed away the lingering tears on my face. “Alright,” he whispered.

The next day, I learned that after Elijah had dragged me away, Teri had immediately contacted Logan

Logan reported me missing right away, but since it hadn’t been long enough to officially file a case, the police weren’t too eager to help.

After hiring a lawyer, the authorities finally agreed to check traffic cameras, and they utilized the city’s surveillance network to track down Elijah’s car.

Halton City was massive. Finding a single vehicle was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Luckily. Elijah hadn’t bothered hiding his tracks, and they quickly pinpointed a villa on the outskirts of town. That was where they found me.

Upon hearing this, I nervously asked Teri, “Was it really Jonathan?”

Teri nodded. “Yes. Your brother rushed here the moment he heard. He was the one who kicked down the

door.”

“Mr. Wood tried to stop him, but there was no holding him back. After you passed out, your brother went mad and punched Elijah several times.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“If the police hadn’t arrived, that scumbag might not have seen the next sunrise.”

Upon hearing that, a mixture of joy and unease filled my heart. I was happy that Jonathan still cared about me, that he still saw me as his precious little sister.

But at the same time, I was terrified–would Jonathan ever forgive me?

As if sensing my thoughts, Teri smiled reassuringly. “Ari, just focus on getting better. Everything will fall into place afterward.”