A Moment in Destiny
Chapter 433 The Truth

When she reached at the doorway of the emergency room, the door was opened.

The doctor took off the mask and took a deep breath, "She just escaped from the jaws of death, and the patient has a serious heart disease. The valve is not closed tightly, an artificial valve has been replaced. Please don't upset the patient anymore!"

Macey sat on the doorway. She twitched her mouth and said, "Such a pity, she's not dead yet!"

Vincent looked away coldly.

Macey said again, "Ah! I know, God doesn't want her to die because she has not suffered yet and he wants to torture her together so he doesn't want her to die yet!"

"Macey Hunter!" This time, Charles was angry too.

"What? Can't stand with it?" Macey sneered. She stood up and turned around. She saw the special nurse pushing Brian on the wheelchair. He sat on the wheelchair and looked at everyone.

"Dad?"

"Day? Why are you here?" Leila walked over worriedly.

Mabel was worried too!

Brian moved his mouth towards the emergency room.

"She's fine, Brian!" Mabel explained.

Brian seemed to have a sigh of relief. He looked around for a while. When he saw Vincent, there was a complicated expression on his face.

Vincent also looked back at him, he was doubting about the way Brian looked at him. It was so complicated that he did not say anything in the end.

But Brian handed a small notebook for him. It was an old notebook with a red plastic cover.

Vincent was startled lightly, he received it and did not know what was written on the book.

Everyone was startled too. Everyone was confused as they looked at Brian. But he just turned around and mumbled an unclear word to Mabel, "Let's go back!"

Mabel nodded her head immediately. "Brian, I will push you back now!"

Nora was asleep, her face looked calm and seemed like there was no pain!

Vincent lowered his head and opened the notebook. It seemed very old. He was curious and opened the first page. Such an upright and strong handwriting, it was so familiar! Vincent was startled, it was his father's handwriting.

It was so familiar that his emotion got stirred up. He was a little excited and turned the pages. The first page was a love poem.

The poem was written by a Tibetan poet.

At that moment, I hoisted the wind-horse banners but not to beg for good fortune only for your return.

On that day, in a temple with burning incense I mediated, suddenly I seemed to hear the resonance of your recitation in my ear.

On that day, I put up the sacred boulder pile but not to accumulate virtue only to cast a stone in your heart's pool.

At that night, I listened to the soulful chant in relief but not for enlightenment in quest, only to feel your living breath. During that month, I span all the prayer wheels turning but not to achieve transcendence only to brush your fingertips. During that year, I was prone in the dust of the mountain road but not to make obeisance only to press into your warmth.

During that lifetime, I made sacred quests but not to seek rebirth only to meet you along the way.

Once in a split second, I may ascend as a spirit but not for eternity only to bless you with a happy and safe life.

Vincent was startled. His father was the person who wrote it. It was the love poem from a Tibetan poet. After he turned to the next page, there was also a poem written by his father. On the second page was another poem...

First, it's better if we were not to meet, then we would not fall in love.

Second, it's better if we were not in acquaintance, then we would not be drowned in lovesickness.

Third, it's better if we were not in company, then we would not mutually owe.

Forth, it's better if we were not to cherish, then we would not recall.

Fifth, it's better if we were not to fall in love, then we would not mutually abandon.

Sixth, it's better if we were not face to face, then we would not meet.

Seventh, it's better if we were not to hurt, then we would not fail to be loyal. Eighth, it's better if we were not to promise, then our love would not continue. Ninth, it's better if we were not to depend, then we would not snuggle. Tenth, it's better if we were not to encounter, then we would not be in reunion.

Albeit, ever to meet is to know! If ever is as such, then better not to meet.

Alas! How could I part with you eternally, thus not in the gyre of endless lovesickness?

The third page was the poem Meet or Not.

Vincent was puzzled and tried to search again. All of these poems were talking about unrequited love. He was confused and looked up as Brian was pushed away by Mabel. He hurriedly caught up. "Wait a minute..."

In the corridor, the wheelchair was stopped. The atmosphere turned a little quiet and strange...

Vincent walked to them and stood in front of Brian. He looked down at him and asked, "These are my father's handwriting!"

Brian nodded, his vision seemed a little distant as if he was reminiscing about something. He was so focused yet faintly discernible.

"Why is my father's notebook with you?" Vincent asked again.

He quickly searched the pages behind. He was hoping to see more writings. Those were his father's handwriting. There were very little at home, very little, in his impression, his father was a habitually silent person. He almost never said anything much to him, there was almost no such thing called domestic bliss in the family! He did not even know that his father would write such a love poem and it was with Brian all this time.

Brian did not speak or even explain a single word.

Vincent searched again and again. When he saw the last page, he saw a few bold wordings. To Mr. Hunter, hope to not see each other again!

He was surprised! "Why?! Why would my father write such a poem for you?"

Mabel's face bogged down but Brian sighed silently without saying anything. Mabel pushed him and left.

Leila and Arthur were behind, they were also curious. Leila walked over and saw that Vincent was holding the notebook. It did not look like something from the present day. It seemed like a very old notebook from many years ago but it was carefully protected therefore there was no damage.

"What did my father give to you?" Leila walked over and asked.

Vincent looked at her and put the notebook away. His heart seemed to have some guessing, his face was pale. He did not want to believe it because he did not want his guessing to be right! Impossible, it was impossible.

Vincent turned back and went back to the ward. Nora was awake. When she saw Vincent, she tried to open her mouth but she was not able to say anything.

"If you don't feel well, don't go anywhere else!" Vincent stared at his mother with a complicated expression.

"Charles, come out now!" As she was waiting for Nora to wake up, Macey then stood at the doorway and said it to Charles.

Charles worried that he might interrupt Nora resting. So, he had no choice but went out and both faced with each other. Charles lowered his head and looked at Macey. "If there's anything, let's go outside and talk!"

"If you want to talk outside then just talk outside!" Macey snorted coldly. Both walked towards the end of the corridor.

Leila was a little worried but Arthur pulled her back. "Let them take care of their own problems by themselves!"

"Mr. Lane, please leave. I'll go see my father and head back too!"

"I'm waiting to send you off!"

"It's okay, I will just take a taxi!" Leila felt some warmness in her heart. She could not bother Arthur anymore; it would be too troublesome.

Arthur seemed to see through Leila's minds and nodded, "That's alright! Please be careful!"

"Okay!"

In the ward, Vincent was sitting next to the bed. He was feeling confused, and he realized that things were getting clearer. He remembered about the last time when he had contacted James Gordon and asked him about this matter, his complicated expression told him that his mother did like Brian, but Brian did not respond therefore she took a revenge. Although he was suspecting about something, but he could not ask so clearly.

In his expression, his parents' relationships had been tough, they lived like treating each other as an honored guest. They were being too polite. It seemed fake and suspicious. If it was his mother who fell in love with someone? He did not really believe about it. Was it his mother who fell in love with someone? Or was it his father who fell in love with someone?

At this moment, Vincent had a deep thought about it. It seemed like something broke through in his heart as if he had understood about the deep meanings in the eyes.

Nora opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. There was a message coming from the electrocardiogram monitor. Her heart was calm in the moment.

Vincent lowered his head and the struggle in his eyes was so obvious. He finally said, "Mum, my father does not love you anymore, does it?"

Nora obviously seemed to struggle a little as she stared at Vincent.

"But you, never loved Brian Hunter!" Vincent said in a low tone, "My father doesn't love you, you can't take it. If I'm not wrong, you do love my father. And you really do love him that you got hurt. You felt helpless and took the wrong path."

The entanglement in Nora's eyes was so obvious. She herself did not know if she was being jealous or what in the moment. That was the reason that she went to take revenge like a crazy person. "I love your father, he's the only one I've loved. Eric White, he's the only man I've ever loved in my life. He's your father, the only person whom I've loved in my life. The reason that I married Mr. Russell was because I couldn't live on. Those years when I couldn't live on without your father, it was Mr. Russell who stayed with us. If not, I would not be able to live on!" Nora looked at Vincent and her tears suddenly burst. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears.

An alarm sounded in the monitor. "Mum, don't say anything. Let's talk again when you feel better!"

"I'm fine!" Nora tried her best to control her emotions. Slowly, the numbers on the monitor went back to normal.

"I loved him, but he never ever loved me before!"

"Was it my father's problem?" Vincent had a deep thought and finally opened his mouth steadily.

Nora did not say a word, her vision slightly dimmed.

While she was in thought, Nora said, "No matter what, your father died because of Brian Hunter! It is without a doubt. I want to take a revenge on him, it's not wrong!"

Vincent was startled a little. He lowered his head while struggling. "At this point, both of our families have been suffering, please stop!"

Nora frowned. "Impossible!"

"What do you want? Do you want him to die right in front of you?"

"..." Nora was stunned. After a long while, she said, "Get out, I'm tired, I want to get some rest!"

Vincent had a lot to say but it was converted into a single sentence. "Maybe my father didn't love any woman at all, did he? He used to love a man. His emotional world was very complicated and contradictory. He felt pain. He was not sure about facing with you or me or even himself for having such a problem. Because he was a bisexual, he could not face the reality therefore he chose to commit suicide! And you, who angered the person he loved, the person was Brian Hunter, right?"

"Get out!" Nora shouted coldly.

Vincent heard the monitor was alarming. He immediately kept quiet and walked out.

Why was this happening?

There was a strong wind blowing outside, the summer wind felt a little cold.

Macey and Charles started to quarrel at the end of the corridor.

Facing the tall figure with an elegant suit, she thought he was such a gentleman. The evilness in his bones seemed to be scarier than Vincent. Macey was attracted by this kind of aura of his therefore when he appeared, she suddenly sank.

She did not expect that he would treat her like that!