Chapter 447 This Is Enough
Winston’s breathing picked up before he even realized it, each inhale accompanied by a sharp sting
He more or less understood what Dalton meant.
That guy had never truly forgiven him.
He kept saying it didn’t matter, that he didn’t care, that he wasn’t holding on… But in reality, he had no intention of making peace.
He still held something against him.
And honestly, that made sense. Now that the truth was out, it was clear who’d been in the wrong.
It was Winston who had failed to understand the situation back then, who treated Dalton with coldness and hostility, and ended up hurting him deeply.
When Dalton had been seriously ill, what he needed was comfort.
He had every right to refuse reconciliation, to withhold forgiveness.
And Winston had no right to demand it.
They weren’t even friends anymore.
In fact, they hadn’t really talked in years.
Winston had always been proud. He never believed he could be wrong. And even if he did mess up, he was never the type to lower his head and ask for forgiveness.
Whether people hated him or liked him, whether they misunderstood him or saw him clearly–it was all the same to him.
He didn’t care.
But now, against all reason, he found himself hoping–hoping that Dalton could forgive him.
Not to go back to how things were. He wasn’t asking for that.
He just wanted Dalton to stop treating him this way.
The thought alone filled Winston’s chest with a low, bitter ache.
He hesitated for a long moment, then lifted his hands and began to type:
Winston: “Sorry.”
Winston: “Back then, I was immature. I know I left you with a lot of negativity, but now-”
His fingers hovered mid–air. He paused.
Then, lips pressed together, he sent what he really wanted to say:
“Winston“: “I’m sorry, Dalton/
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Saying “I’m sorry” didn’t come casily to him. It wasn’t something he did.
But now that he’d finally said it, he felt… lighter.
That crushing pressure on his chest finally lifted, even just a little.
Dalton didn’t reply immediately this time.
He went silent, and the minutes crawled by.
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But Winston didn’t look away. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen, waiting, certain- Dalton would reply.
And sure enough, after a few minutes, a message came through:
Dalton: “Wow. Never thought I’d hear you say sorry.”
Reading it out of context, it might’ve sounded sarcastic.
But Winston knew him better than that.
Dalton wasn’t that kind of person.
He probably just meant it genuinely–he was surprised. Because hearing those words from Winston really
was rare.
Winston didn’t get upset.
Another notification popped up.
Dalton: “But I already told you–I’m not looking to rehash the past.”
Dalton: “Whether you say sorry or not, it’s not gonna change anything for me.”
Dalton: “Winston, let’s just stay like this. No need to argue about who was right or wrong. No need to dig up old stuff. If we run into each other, nod and say hi. If we get a chance to play a game together, I’ll give it everything I’ve got.”
Dalton: “This is enough.”
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