And after returning from treatment in France, he had changed. His love for Jackson had become more genuine; he showed more kindness to those around him, and he even treated his friends with less of the arrogance and coldness he once had.
But it was all too late.
"You never loved me before you went to France for treatment, did you?" She stared at him intently, unblinking, smiling yet filled with sorrow. "It was only when you suddenly fell ill that you started to consider some things, like me, whom you had used all along, and you began to feel sympathy. Like Jackson, who was innocently dragged into our mess, you started feeling guilty... I didn't feel loved from the beginning. You only chose me and Jackson because, when your life was on the brink, you couldn't think of anyone else to leave your legacy to."
He shook his head.
She forced her eyes wide open, fighting the burning sensation.
