His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 98: Chapter 98
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One setback wasn't enough to shake his determination to win her back. In the days that followed, he continued to follow her everywhere.
Ellie, fed up with his constant presence, was about to come up with an excuse to get rid of him.
But before she could devise a plan, James collapsed from exhaustion.
His face had turned pale from illness as he lay weakly in bed.
His mother had initially wanted to have the servants take care of him, but in his fever-induced state, he became stubborn.
He insisted that only Ellie could care for him, which infuriated his mother.
She smacked him on the arm.
"She's not your wife anymore. Why should she have to take care of you?"
"You can either drink this yourself or just lie there! Your choice!"
With that, she placed the bowl of soup on the nightstand and turned to leave, only to run into Ellie who was about to enter.
"It's alright, Mrs. Foster. I'll take care of him."
His mother looked at her and sighed.
"I'm sorry about this, Ellie."
After the door closed again, Ellie sat by his bedside, setting up the bed tray and placing the soup on it.
"Ellie..." he looked at her pitifully.
She crossed her arms, unmoved.
"You're sick, not injured. Your hands work fine. Feed yourself."
Left with no choice, he reluctantly began to sip the soup.
"James," she suddenly called out.
He turned toward her voice, immediately caught in the depths of her gaze.
"You know, that night you left me to go find Victoria?"
"I was in the same condition you are now, except no one was there to take care of me."
Having fallen into water earlier that day, her morning sickness had started unusually early and severe.
At its worst, she was vomiting day and night.
With her suffering body and lonely heart, she desperately needed the baby's father by her side.
But the baby's father, separated from her by just a door, had left without hesitation to chase after his first love.
If he hadn't left, if he had pushed that door open...
He would have found her face pale from vomiting.
"Ellie... I..."
The color drained from his face even more.
He hadn't known. He had no idea.
How much she had suffered that night, pregnant with his child.
"So stop being so dramatic."
She had endured far worse suffering; his current discomfort was nothing in comparison.
Perhaps chastened by her words, he stopped refusing his medicine and began following the doctor's orders.
Within two weeks, he was back to following her around again.
But this period didn't last long before it was interrupted by a phone call.
Perhaps sensing his time was near, Grandfather Foster had decided he wanted to settle in Hawaii.
He had served at Pearl Harbor years ago and had developed a deep attachment to the islands that had been the site of one of America's most pivotal moments.
Now he wanted to follow his old comrades in being laid to rest there.
The family naturally objected.
But Grandfather Foster was resolute. No matter what anyone said, he wouldn't budge.
With no other choice, Mr. and Mrs. Foster decided to accompany him.
The family affairs and business were all handed over to James.
On the eve of their departure, Grandfather Foster called everyone to his side one by one to give his instructions.
Soon it was Ellie's turn.
"Young girl."
Grandfather Foster sat in his rattan chair, smiling as he beckoned to her.
For some reason, her nose tingled with emotion as she recalled the first time she'd met him.
Back then, she had just arrived from the countryside, timid and fearful, standing nervously in the corner, afraid to look around.
It was Grandfather Foster who had waved her over, calling her to his side.
From that moment on, no one had dared to bully her again.
Ellie sat beside the old man, holding his hand.
"Grandpa."
He looked at her fondly, patting her hand in return.
"My dear, I'm sorry for these difficult five years."
At his words, she could no longer hold back her tears. Large droplets fell, soaking her clothes.
"That boy wasn't good to you. I apologize on his behalf."
She shook her head, unable to speak.
Grandfather Foster sighed.
"You don't need to keep pretending for this old man's sake, continuing to live under the same roof with him after your divorce."
Ellie's eyes widened in surprise.
"Grandpa, how did you know..."
"Hmph," Grandfather Foster snorted. "Those little tricks of yours might fool yourselves, but not me."
"Besides, after suffering for so many years, how could you possibly continue like this?"
Hesitation flickered across her face.
"But..."
"No buts," Grandfather Foster interrupted. "I know you're both trying to make this old man happy by pretending everything is fine."
"You've succeeded in making me happy, but at what cost to yourselves?"
"When you get old, you don't care about having family around you—you just want them to be genuinely happy."
"If you're worried about that boy bothering you, I'll take him with me to Hawaii."
Ellie, fed up with his constant presence, was about to come up with an excuse to get rid of him.
But before she could devise a plan, James collapsed from exhaustion.
His face had turned pale from illness as he lay weakly in bed.
His mother had initially wanted to have the servants take care of him, but in his fever-induced state, he became stubborn.
He insisted that only Ellie could care for him, which infuriated his mother.
She smacked him on the arm.
"She's not your wife anymore. Why should she have to take care of you?"
"You can either drink this yourself or just lie there! Your choice!"
With that, she placed the bowl of soup on the nightstand and turned to leave, only to run into Ellie who was about to enter.
"It's alright, Mrs. Foster. I'll take care of him."
His mother looked at her and sighed.
"I'm sorry about this, Ellie."
After the door closed again, Ellie sat by his bedside, setting up the bed tray and placing the soup on it.
"Ellie..." he looked at her pitifully.
She crossed her arms, unmoved.
"You're sick, not injured. Your hands work fine. Feed yourself."
Left with no choice, he reluctantly began to sip the soup.
"James," she suddenly called out.
He turned toward her voice, immediately caught in the depths of her gaze.
"You know, that night you left me to go find Victoria?"
"I was in the same condition you are now, except no one was there to take care of me."
Having fallen into water earlier that day, her morning sickness had started unusually early and severe.
At its worst, she was vomiting day and night.
With her suffering body and lonely heart, she desperately needed the baby's father by her side.
But the baby's father, separated from her by just a door, had left without hesitation to chase after his first love.
If he hadn't left, if he had pushed that door open...
He would have found her face pale from vomiting.
"Ellie... I..."
The color drained from his face even more.
He hadn't known. He had no idea.
How much she had suffered that night, pregnant with his child.
"So stop being so dramatic."
She had endured far worse suffering; his current discomfort was nothing in comparison.
Perhaps chastened by her words, he stopped refusing his medicine and began following the doctor's orders.
Within two weeks, he was back to following her around again.
But this period didn't last long before it was interrupted by a phone call.
Perhaps sensing his time was near, Grandfather Foster had decided he wanted to settle in Hawaii.
He had served at Pearl Harbor years ago and had developed a deep attachment to the islands that had been the site of one of America's most pivotal moments.
Now he wanted to follow his old comrades in being laid to rest there.
The family naturally objected.
But Grandfather Foster was resolute. No matter what anyone said, he wouldn't budge.
With no other choice, Mr. and Mrs. Foster decided to accompany him.
The family affairs and business were all handed over to James.
On the eve of their departure, Grandfather Foster called everyone to his side one by one to give his instructions.
Soon it was Ellie's turn.
"Young girl."
Grandfather Foster sat in his rattan chair, smiling as he beckoned to her.
For some reason, her nose tingled with emotion as she recalled the first time she'd met him.
Back then, she had just arrived from the countryside, timid and fearful, standing nervously in the corner, afraid to look around.
It was Grandfather Foster who had waved her over, calling her to his side.
From that moment on, no one had dared to bully her again.
Ellie sat beside the old man, holding his hand.
"Grandpa."
He looked at her fondly, patting her hand in return.
"My dear, I'm sorry for these difficult five years."
At his words, she could no longer hold back her tears. Large droplets fell, soaking her clothes.
"That boy wasn't good to you. I apologize on his behalf."
She shook her head, unable to speak.
Grandfather Foster sighed.
"You don't need to keep pretending for this old man's sake, continuing to live under the same roof with him after your divorce."
Ellie's eyes widened in surprise.
"Grandpa, how did you know..."
"Hmph," Grandfather Foster snorted. "Those little tricks of yours might fool yourselves, but not me."
"Besides, after suffering for so many years, how could you possibly continue like this?"
Hesitation flickered across her face.
"But..."
"No buts," Grandfather Foster interrupted. "I know you're both trying to make this old man happy by pretending everything is fine."
"You've succeeded in making me happy, but at what cost to yourselves?"
"When you get old, you don't care about having family around you—you just want them to be genuinely happy."
"If you're worried about that boy bothering you, I'll take him with me to Hawaii."
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