The price of letting go Chapter 15

The price of letting go Chapter 15

Latated coldy at Ophelia. If I had hurt in the past, then i would accept this punishment, But after tonight, we would truly be strangers. Since we could not run back time, this was for the 

Ophelia swallowed her word in anger and snapped, Of course, I don’t know him. How could I know someone like him? Since he’s so capable, let him finish the drinks!” 

i was cramping severely, and wear books out on my forehead as nausea hit me. If I threw up now, I could less that hundred thousand dollars goodbye. I had even deliberately 

sloshal earlier to fake drinking more, but the sheer volume was still overwhelming

Someone in the crowd jeered, Look at himhis face is changing color! It seems like he can’t hold it anymore. That money isn’t so easy to eat, after all!” 

Ms. Jefferson studied me for a moment. How about you kneel and beg me instead?” 

1 grabbed a cuir nearby and slumped into it. I won’t kneel. It’s just two more bottles, and I’ll drink them if you lep your word.” 

Ms. Jefferson glanced at me thoughtfully, her expression unreadable, After a moment, she said, If you finish them and can still walk to the door, consider thisanything you need in fuville

I noticed Ophella finch at these words, though she remained silent. I replied, Since you’re being so generous, I can’t disappoint you!” 

Opening the final two bottles, I took a deep breath and fought against the nausea threatening to overwhelm me. I dug my nails into my thigh to stay focused, and the veins in my neck bulged 

Hall shar, look at itim fighting it The veins in his neck are popping out someone exclaimed 

I forced down the Lawobortis as my vision Muted and my head pounded. The rooms fell silent as I finished, my tare flushing red

Digging my nails deeper into my palms to maintain composure, I stood up unsteadily. Happy birthday, Ms. Jefferson I’m afraid 1 must go 

I misjudged you.” 

Mr. Jefferson’s expresion turned serious Well done. You’re a real man. Take the money, but don’t you dare throw up on your way out. Otherwise, I’ll know I mi Swaying, I beat to pick up the card. Thank you, Ma Jefferson remember your kindness” 

glanced at Ophelia, whose face was twisted with cold fury as she glared at me. Turning toward the door, I fought the violent churning in my stomach

I stumbled the door, ny blurred vision causing me to slam my head hard against it. The impact momentarily cleared my mind as people gasped behind me. That was a land farhe’s done for Hope le doesn’t get hurt!” 

Ophelia laughed coldy. His choice, bis comequences!TM 

Her words struck me as darkly amusing. The person I had risked my file to save now seemed to want me dead. Nevertheless, she was right. Regardless of whether my past sacrifices were worth it, they were my choices 

I forced myself to stand and leave the room, making my way toward the ext. For the last time, the hallway seemed endless. All sounds faded away in my ears

All Tould think about was reaching the exit. Yet somehow, the door ahead seemed impossibly far away 

s the fair light, it seemed as it Ophelia was standing there. She wore a pristine white dress and was smiling as the waved at me 

The smalle was just as i remembered, and so was she. But I hadn’t seen that smile in such a long time

Ilunched my stomach and reached out, but the blurry figure suddenly vanished 

A wave of discomfort warped through me again and jolted me awake. So, it was all just an illusion. The Ophelia in my mecies was standing right in front of me, and yet I couldn’t reach out 

beaded en my forehead from pain. I gritted my teach and staggered and the doorway 

1 threw myself at the mash can by the road and vomited until the sharp actid smell burned my throat. My eyes were red and beary. The gutwrenching pain persisted. I forced myself to 

throwing up before stumbling to the edge of a flower bed and collapsing against it

was drunk and completely out of My body felt was on the verge of giving, and 1 had no choice but to sit by the flowerbed now that my legs were too weak to support me. dea how long 1 sat there, but emembered someone nudging me awake. Young lad, why are you sleeping here?” 

tartiod awake and instinctively patted my pockets in a pan. I only managed to exhale in relied upon realizing the card was still there

Jun. I forced myself awake, I put to my feet and got ready to head back

Turned around to see Ophelia standing behind me. I had no idea when the got there

Her expression was dark as sale glared at me.You haven’t learned your lesson, have you? You’re willing to risk your lite for money.” 

I knew she was referring to my drinking, but this was my line, and I had to give it everything I had 

 

 

The price of letting go novel

The price of letting go novel

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The price of letting go novel

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