Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 712:

His eyes narrowed as he followed the sound, weaving past the rocks until he found a little girl in a floral dress, curled up behind one. Tears streamed down her face.

Her small frame trembling with despair. The moment she spotted Brian, her sobs quieted. It was as if she’d found a lifeline. Looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, she asked in a shaky voice, “Sir, can you take me home?”

As Brian gazed at the little girl before him, a warmth spread through his chest.

Her tear-streaked cheeks made her look both fragile and heartbreakingly sweet. She looked so small, almost delicate.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and scooped her into his arms. The temperature by the sea changed drastically between day and night, and the breeze made it even colder.

He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around the little girl, covering her completely except for her head.

The little girl blinked her big, round eyes, studying him for a moment before bursting into fresh tears.

“What’s the matter?” Brian asked, trying to understand her distress.

“Mommy! I want my mommy,” she wailed, her sobs growing more desperate. Her lower lip quivered, a clear sign of how deeply distressed she felt.

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆

Brian had never been the comforting type, especially when it came to children. Uncertain, he awkwardly tried to soothe her. “It’s okay. I promise I’ll help you find your mommy. Do you remember her phone number?”

The little girl sniffled and shook her head.

“Can you tell me where your house is?”

She furrowed her brows in concentration, then hesitantly pointed to the left. “A big… big white house,” she mumbled.

Brian immediately latched onto this small but valuable clue.noveldrama

Wasting no time, he called the police first, then dialed Ronald. “See if there’s a large white house in the direction she pointed,” he instructed.

A few minutes later, Ronald called back.

“You were spot on. There’s a white house exactly where she pointed.”

“Alright, send me the location.”

With the directions in hand, Brian adjusted his grip on the child and started walking.

As dusk settled over the horizon, the little girl burrowed into his chest, her small arms wrapping tightly around his neck, seeking comfort in his warmth.

For the first time in his life, Brian felt an unfamiliar yet instinctive sense of protectiveness.

He couldn’t stop himself from wondering—if things had turned out differently, if he and Rachel were still together, would they have had a daughter like this? A little girl with Rachel’s eyes, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, calling him Daddy in the sweetest voice. But that future was nothing more than a dream now, one he had destroyed with his own hands.

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