Chapter 102: Chapter 102

Third Person’s POV

Ian Grim and Jake Dawson got taken in by the cops. They're going to look into the case, and Mikhail came through with the evidence they needed. The meeting to transfer the shares got postponed.

Sebastian got a heads up to grab his motorbike that he left outside illegally, and Vernon had to sort out the mess at the school.

Now, it's just Lanceil and Agatha left.

They're strolling outside the building, right in the middle of the street. Agatha's keeping her head down as they walk in silence. Then Lanceil speaks up.

"I'm sorry."

...

They stop walking, but Agatha can't bring herself to look up.

"For not knowing everything from the start."

Agatha stays silent. Her hands are shaking, no matter how hard she tries to calm down. Maybe her anger hasn't faded yet. She was furious the moment she laid eyes on the people who took her father's life and tried to harm her. She couldn't forgive them. Never.

Lanceil notices her trembling hand. He wants to reach out and hold it, to offer some comfort. His feelings for her haven't changed. He still wants to know why Agatha approached him in the first place. But in that moment, all he wants is to stand by her side and carry the weight of guilt forever.

He reached out for her hand, but she quickly pulled away. Despite his desire to hold her, Agatha moved out of his reach.

"I understand..." he spoke, causing her to pause in her steps.

She stood still, anticipating the words that would persuade her to stay and continue the conversation without turning back.

"I know you were taken aback," Lanceil admitted. "And I can't offer you solace because I am the son of Ian Grim."

“...”

“The police are already on the case and I provided evidence that can be used against my father. Mikhail also gave his statement, so there's no need to worry.”

But this is not about that. Agatha couldn't confront him because, despite her hatred for his father, she couldn't ignore Lanceil's feelings.

She slowly turned around, and that's when Lanceil noticed the tears in her eyes.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Huh?" he mumbled.

"What will happen to you after all of this?"

The Grim company might suffer a major downfall. Lanceil was aware of this.

Nevertheless, he smiled faintly and replied, "I don't regret anything, Agatha."

Tears streamed down her face.

She deceived him, hurt him, and left him alone. But until the end, he still chose her.

"Even after meeting you, I don't regret meeting you," Lanceil added.

Her shoulders shook as she covered her face and cried uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

Sorry. That word again.

Lanceil used to feel frustrated when Agatha apologized instead of explaining herself. However, now he doesn't care anymore. If she can't fully open up to him, he's willing to wait.

"Don't apologize," Lanceil sighed, "I should be the one saying sorry."

The reason behind her apology? She admitted that she could become his enemy if things didn't work out. This meant that Agatha didn't trust him.

She felt pathetic, realizing that she had taken his feelings for granted. Now, she was unsure if her previous love for him was genuine.

Did she truly love him? Then why did her feelings change when she discovered that his father wanted to harm her?

She was incredibly confused, and among the people she felt apologetic towards, Mikhail was one of them.

Agatha believed she was the dumbest person on Earth for repeating the same mistake over and over again. She despised Mikhail and pushed him away, even though she had given him her whole heart. She decided to bury her feelings.

What happened next?

She found herself falling in love with someone she shouldn't have by her side. Once again, she hated him for being Ian's son. However, Lanceil never left her side.

He forgave her, made an effort to understand her, and even attempted to reach out for her hand once more.

Agatha despised herself. A part of her heart insisted that she wasn't worthy of being with him. And that realization stung the most.

So, all she could do now was apologize. She planned to say sorry to Lanceil and to that individual who may have shed tears without her knowledge; to Mikhail, who feigned being unaffected when he was truly in agony.

"The investigation will be lengthy," Lanceil changed the subject. "My father and Mr. Dawson will surely give their all to..."

His words trailed off as he noticed a car approaching from the side. He glanced back and forth between the car and Agatha. Then, he recalled his father's stern gaze before the police escorted him away.

'No way.'

The car began to inch forward, then gradually accelerated towards Agatha. Lanceil's eyes widened!

"Agatha!" he yelled.

He sprinted towards her! And everything seemed to move in slow motion.

Lanceil embraced her tightly.

Agatha spotted the car and stood frozen in place, unable to move in time!

They shut their eyes, bracing for impact. But...

CRASH!

"Ouch!"

Lanceil and Agatha were shoved out of harm's way just before the car collided. Another person had pushed them aside and took the hit instead.

"Oh my goodness!"

The sound of people screaming filled the tense atmosphere. Lanceil and Agatha tumbled to the ground. They had scraped their arms and hands, but the pain didn't register at that moment.

They sat up, scanning the scene to figure out what had just happened. They watched as the black car swerved and sped off. A nearby officer, who witnessed the incident, noted down the license plate number. He jumped into his police vehicle to pursue the car and called for medical assistance for them.

It was too fast.

A crowd had formed around the scene of a hit and run. The air was filled with screams and panic. Some people shielded their eyes, while others pleaded for space, as the injured man was miraculously still alive.

Agatha stood up, her heart pounding. The moment she saw the man lying on the ground, covered in blood, she couldn't believe her eyes.

She shook her head in disbelief, tears streaming down her face.

"I can't believe this. We haven't even had a chance to talk. Why did this happen?"

With determination, she walked towards him, gradually picking up her pace as she called out his name.

Mikhail!

She pushed through the crowd and dropped to her knees once she reached his side.

“Ugh, ugh,” Mikhail wheezed, blood trickling from his mouth.

Lanceil rushed over to join Agatha, shocked to find Mikhail in such a condition. It was him. He had shielded them both by sacrificing himself.

“No,” Agatha whispered. Her hands shook as she cradled his bloody face. “Mikhail. Can you hear me?"

Mikhail's heavy eyelids slowly lifted, revealing a heartbreaking sight. There she was, crying and shouting for help.

"Please! Help us!" Agatha's desperate plea echoed in the air.

As he looked at her, a pang of pain shot through Mikhail's heart. He never thought he would see that gaze directed at him again. The gaze of the woman who once considered him her entire world.

"Mikhail! Don't go! We need to talk! I have to apologize! Please!"

Her voice began to fade in his ears.

"I'm sorry! Please don't leave!"

The woman he loved was crying out for him.

Even though he couldn't have her back...

Even though she could never be his...

Mikhail believed it would be enough.

In the final moments of his life, Agatha cried for him. She begged him to stay by her side. She recognized him as someone who would do anything to save him.

If he had one more wish, it would be to regain his voice.

He longed to speak one last time. To apologize and express how deeply he loved her.

He couldn't bring himself to speak, feeling the weight of his actions. Tears welled up in his eyes as a faint smile appeared on his face.

Agatha's gaze lingered on him, her heart heavy with emotion.

“Mikhail!”

‘I can't find the words,’ Mikhail whispered to himself. ‘But I hope you can feel what I can't say out loud.’

The traffic light changed to red.

Amidst the bustling street, Agatha embraced him tightly, tears streaming down her face as she held onto the man who cherished her above all else.