Seven Years Lost: My Firefighter fiancé Saved Everyone But Our Love - Chapter 91: Chapter 91

In the laboratory.
Rosalind saw Henry arrive. "How did you end up wanting to come here too?"
Nolan also clapped his little hands excitedly.
"I know, I know! Uncle Henry came because he misses Mommy!"
Henry smiled slightly. "You little smartass. Have you been making sure your mommy eats properly?"
"Of course I have!"
Henry looked up at Rosalind. "Asher showed up."
Rosalind listened to those words calmly.
"Henry, I'm divorced from him. We have no connection anymore. Once you're in here, you can never leave."
Henry nodded: "Yeah, everything that matters to me is in here. I'm not going anywhere else."
Rosalind's nose twitched, her heart aching.
Those words of confession hung in the air, but Rosalind didn't know how to accept Henry's feelings. All those years, she'd only had eyes for Asher, never realizing that Henry, who'd grown up with her, had quietly loved her all along.
Rosalind leaned into Henry's embrace.
"Thank you, Henry."
Henry's heart clenched. She hadn't called him that since she'd met Asher—because Asher wouldn't let her get close to him.
They'd gradually grown distant after that. He'd kept his distance.
Asher woke up in a London hospital. His eardrums had been ruptured by the explosion.
When his grandfather tried to talk to him, Asher couldn't hear anything.
His grandfather could only watch his grandson become deaf.
The doctor came over after examining Asher:
"Mr. Kemnis Sr., Mr. Kemnis's eardrums are blown, and there's internal damage. I'm afraid his hearing won't recover. If he wants to hear the outside world, he'll need cochlear implants."
Asher's hoarse voice: "Grandpa, I'm deaf, aren't I? But I found Rosalind. I need to go back."
Asher got out of bed and started to leave. His grandfather's people blocked him.
Asher's bloodshot eyes looked at his grandfather.
"Don't stop me, Grandpa. Without Rosalind, I don't want anything anymore, including Kemnis Group."
Asher left in the end. This time he prepared everything. He flew the helicopter straight to that place.
But when he reached the island again, he couldn't find the iron door.
If it weren't for the blackened grass where the explosion had happened, Asher would've thought he was dreaming.
He was in agony: "Rosalind, please see me. I'm begging you, please just see me."
But nobody responded.
The island nights were freezing and the ocean wind made everything bone-chilling.
Asher lived in a tent, fortunately he'd brought plenty of supplies—food, clothes, everything.
He took a shovel and started digging where he remembered the door being.
In the laboratory's surveillance room, Rosalind stood in front of the monitors, watching Asher on the surface.
He kept digging, as if he thought reaching the iron door would let him touch her.
But Asher didn't know that the iron door Henry had used was now a thousand meters below ground. They were all in the deep ocean.
Surrounded by glass, they could see all kinds of marine life in the deep sea.
Nolan's dark eyes watched Asher.
"Mommy, did Daddy come looking for us?"
Rosalind's voice was gentle: "Nolan, if you want to leave, Mommy will let you go. But Mommy won't be coming out for the next thirty years."
Nolan hugged Rosalind. Tears sparkled in his eyes.
"Mommy, don't worry. I understand what 'no taking back your move' means. Daddy's mistakes can't be forgiven, not by me or by you. We can only move forward. Mommy, turn off Daddy's video."
"Okay."
Rosalind looked at Nolan, whose profile had aged considerably.
She thought about the man she'd once fallen for—he seemed like a completely different person now.
Rosalind turned off the screen and started doing experiments with Nolan.
Spring came and went.
On this small Pacific island, there was always a man in thick clothes, holding a shovel, digging constantly.
He dug deeper and deeper.
Until the seventh year, his shovel finally hit the iron door.
He was beyond excited.
But when he tried to call out the name he'd repeated millions of times in his mind, he realized that after seven years without talking to anyone, he'd lost the ability to speak.
He struggled to force those words from his throat:
"Rosalind, it's me, Asher!"
But the iron door separated them and Rosalind wouldn't come out for him.
Asher's eyes went red, his trembling hands touching the iron door.
"Rosalind, I was wrong. Please come back. I'll never betray you again. I'll give you everything back."
Then Asher heard a sound—the iron door opened.
Behind it was a layer of glass.
Asher saw a small teenager.