Chapter 439 A Blessing or a Curse
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If that really was the truth… how was he supposed to face Dalton? How was he supposed to face himself?
Winston didn’t dare think any deeper.
If he had the choice, he would’ve rather stayed in the dark forever. Just like before.
But Jean shattered that illusion.
She laid everything out in front of him–bloody and raw–every bit of truth he’d tried to avoid.
And just as he’d feared… it was exactly what he’d suspected.
His eyes burned hot, but still–no tears fell.
It had been a long time since Winston cried.
He’d numbed himself so completely over the years that it was like his tear ducts had dried up.
Even now, there were no tears.
Only a churning tide of emotion in his eyes, the sting behind them growing sharper by the second.
He kept his hand over them—a feeble, instinctive shield against the pain.
“Winston…” Jean called his name softly, worry evident in her brows.
But she didn’t push him.
After that one word, she let silence take over, quietly giving him the space to gather himself.
They stood there, facing each other on the deserted stretch of road, a chill breeze brushing past them in the fading daylight.
No one spoke. No one moved,
Finally, Winston dropped his hand.
His eyes were bloodshot..
There was still no expression on his face–just a cold, winter–like calm.
But that faint shimmer in his eyes glinted sharp in the light.
“You okay?” Jean scratched her head, awkward and unsure what to say.
She’d never seen him like this before.
“I’m fine,” Winston muttered, his voice low and rough.
Fine? Really?
He didn’t look fine
Jean questioned it silently, but Winston only gave her a sideways glance and didn’t comment further.
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Chapter 439 A Blessing or a Curse
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“I just thought.” Jean said slowly, lips pressing into a line, “since things had already come this far. I might as well tell you everything. It felt like the right time.”
She sighed, barely audible. “Dalton didn’t want me to tell you. He never wanted you to know.”
“But I thought–maybe you needed to.”
She looked up at him, lips pursed. “Now I’m not so sure. Maybe telling you was a good thing… maybe it wasn’t.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Winston replied, shaking his head, his tone a little softer than before. “At the very least, you confirmed something for me. You helped me let go of something I’ve been carrying for years. I should be thanking you.”
“But you still don’t look happy,” Jean said quietly, her gaze lingering on the shadow in his eyes. “Actually, you look… kind of heartbroken.”
“I just need a little time,” Winston murmured. His voice slowed, steadier. “To sort through everything.
“You done sorting?” Jean tilted her head.
“Yeah.” Winston nodded firmly. “No matter what… I want to see him.”
“See him?” Jean blinked. “But that’s probably not possible right now-”
“His parents already picked him up, remember? Do you even know where they live? And he’s probably. really sick. I doubt he’s in any condition to have visitors.”
Winston didn’t respond.
His gaze drifted past her and landed back on the small villa behind them.
“I don’t know where his parents live,” he said calmly, “but maybe that housekeeper does.”
With that, Winston turned around and started walking.
He was heading straight back to Dalton’s house.
