Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 713:

Lost in thought, he kept walking, but just then, the little girl’s head suddenly drooped, pressing heavily against his shoulder.

Exhaustion had overtaken her, lulling her into sleep.

Brian picked up his pace. After about twenty minutes, he turned a corner, and there it was—the white house standing just ahead.

The moment he neared, a woman saw them and came running. In no time, she swept the little girl into her arms, her voice trembling with relief. “Estella! Thank goodness! You’re back!”

Overwhelmed with joy, tears streamed down her face as she held her child tightly.

Brian, still cautious, asked, “She’s yours?”

The woman quickly took out her phone and showed Brian pictures of the girl from when she was little until now.

Only then did Brian feel reassured and release his grip.

She cradled the child close, her hands still shaking from the overwhelming relief.

Looking at Brian with sincere gratitude, she said, “Thank you, really. Please, could you give me your number? My husband and I would love to thank you properly tomorrow.”

Brian shook his head. “No need. Just be more careful. Next time, you might not be this lucky.”

g∆𝗅𝑛𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝓸𝗺, – 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗈𝗇

“It was just an accident, but we won’t forget this kindness. Thank you so much, sir.”

She lowered herself in a deep bow, but Brian had already turned away, his figure disappearing into the night. He didn’t turn back, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

He was too preoccupied to notice that someone had suddenly rushed out from behind the gate.

“Layla, is it true? Did you find Estella?” Rachel’s anxious voice rang out.noveldrama

That voice… Brian found it so familiar.

But then, he shook his head. No, it couldn’t be. He must have imagined it.

Still, something made him turn around. His eyes scanned the street, but there was nothing. Just an empty road under the dim glow of the streetlights.

Brian paused, his gaze fixed on the large door he had passed moments ago. Something about it made him uneasy. Without realizing it, he took a step forward, as if drawn by an invisible thread.

Before he could go any further, the door opened slightly again. Layla Cohen stepped out, clearly surprised to see him still standing there.

“Oh! You’re still here. Do you need something?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

Brian gave a slight shake of his head, his eyes flickering toward the interior. But there was nothing—just an empty hallway. “No, it’s nothing. Go ahead and close it.”

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