PopularNovelChapter 43
A few days later, Jackson's parents found me. They said Jackson was missing. | then learned that after Jackson
returned hthat day, he had flown into a rage and destroyed everything in the house. He claimed it was all
his parents’ fault. If they hadn't pressured Joseph, he wouldn't have gone to Congo (Kinshasa), wouldn't have
met me, and wouldn't have died. He also wouldn't have suppressed his emotions so much, mistakenly thinking
he loved Sara and missing out on me.
He then resigned from the hospital and disappeared without a trace.
"Zoey! How could you blus for this?" Jackson's mother pleaded urgently. "As parents, all we wanted was for
our son to make more money. Is that wrong? If we had let him stay at the hospital, none of this would have
happened. He wouldn't have left, and everything would have been fine!"
"How can Jackson be angry at us for this? We're his parents! We've already lost one son; we can't lose another!"
Jackson's father begged.
I couldn't take it anymore and threw my phone down. "Leave! You don't deserve to be parents!"
My heart felt heavy, and | wandered aimlessly until | returned to the sforest. | sat under a large tree, gazing
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtat the dappled light on the ground, hugging my knees. Though Congo (Kinshasa) had only spoken toonce, |
could sense how repressed Jackson had been in that family. The emergency contact he listed when he joined
Doctors Without Borders had originally been his partner, but later, it had becme. He didn't want his family
to know anything. In that broken family, a kind, gentle person like him had emerged.
A gust of wind blew, and a hard object fell from the tree, hittingon the forehead. | looked down and saw a
nameplate. Many people working in war zones carry such nameplates to help identify them in case of accidental
death. | assumed it must have been left behind by a soldier. But when | turned it over, | saw the n"Joseph"
engraved on it.
| froze, my heart racing. How could his nameplate be here?
Suddenly, | understood. | frantically dug into the soil with my hands, dirt and blood filling my fingernails. | kept
digging until a bone appeared. In that moment, | broke down in uncontrollable tears.
| found tools and carefully unearthed the remains tangled in the tree roots. In the soil, | also found fragments of
the white coat he had been wearing that day.
It was Joseph. | found him! | finally found him!
It was as though he sawgrieving for him and gently knocked my head, as if saying, "Don't be angry at
people who aren't worth it. It's all in the past."
I held his skull tightly and whispered, "Okay, let's go home. We're going home."
I applied for a leave of absence, brought his ashes back to my country, and buried him next to my mother.
On the day of the burial, Jackson appeared before me. He had lost a lot of weight, his face pale, and he looked
exhausted. He held two white chrysanthemums, which he placed at my mother's and Joseph's graves. He told
He showedan apology video on his Instagram. In the video, Sara apologized toand everyone else she
had deceived. She confessed that she hadn't traveled the world as she claimed. Instead, she had fabricated that
persona to make Jackson long for her, and she had been cruel toout of jealousy that | was about to marry
Jackson.
After watching the video, Jackson immediately called Sara in front of me. Her voice was full of regret. "Jackson,
I've apologized as you asked! You said we would get married, will that really happen?"
Jackson coldly replied, "No, | won't marry you. You lied to me, and | lied to you. We owe each other nothing. | only
made you apologize because you hurt Zoey. From now on, we should never meet again."
He hung up, blocked her, and apologized to me. "About the camera, I'm sorry. | didn't know it was your mother's
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmkeepsake."
| shook my head. "You don't have to apologize. | will never forgive you."
Jackson lowered his head, his expression heavy. "I'm also sorry for my brother... He contactedmany times
after he left, but | always scolded him, blamed him... | knew it wasn't his fault that our parents forcedto
break up with Sara, but | didn't have the courage to escape. | was jealous of him."
He stared at Joseph's gravestone. "If | hadn't been so cowardly and had gone with him... maybe | would have
met you, at least had a fair chance to compete with him."
| replied calmly, "There's no such thing as regret pills. Hypotheticals don't matter. | loved Joseph, and that's all."
Jackson sighed softly. "Maybe in the future, I'll beca doctor with Doctors Without Borders... | want to be
closer to you, to make up for my regrets."
| suddenly remembered something. "Someone once said that your brother didn't seem to want to beca
doctor. He's always thinking about you, hoping you'll really think about what kind of person you want to be. Don't
let yourself regret it again."
Jackson froze. His eyes reddened, as if lost in past memories.
| picked up the two bouquets of flowers. "They both didn't like white chrysanthemums. Don't bring them again." |
handed the flowers back to him and turned to leave.
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