Chapter 184 - Amsterdam (1) (2/2)
”You better not.” Adam threw another glare towards him before shifting his attention towards his little elf. ”Let's get back you inside. You need to change into something more comfortable.” He added before picking her up in his arms. Without sending off his remaining guests or even wishing them goodbye, he headed inside with his love.
Katherine and Scott shared a look before heading back to their love nest.
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”Where do you think you are going?” Taylor questioned his father who was on his way out.
”What does it have to do with you?” Carston gave him a reply as he tried to light his cigar.
”Since it's Sunday, where else you could go if not for Amsterdam.” Taylor added as his lips curled up in a devilish grin. He leaned against the wall of the corridor which was leading to the main door.
”You shouldn't concern yourself with my whereabouts. It's better if you focus more on how to get a hold of that woman.” Carston spoke up.
”Oh! I will have her, but in my own time.” Taylor replied as his eyes glinted in joy. He shifted his line of sight towards the wall clock and smiled wider. ”You should leave, or else you might be late for your date with your dead girlfriend.” He added before walking away.
Carston felt his blood boil at the way his bastard son had addressed her, but he wasn't wrong. She was dead, she had been long dead, and it was his own fault. He headed outside where his driver was already waiting for him.
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Amsterdam,
A black Maybach pulled over before the graveyard. Carston stepped out of the car, clad in an all black three piece suit. He had a bouquet of freshly cut, long stemmed red roses in his one hand, while the other one held an umbrella. His driver stayed back with the car as he headed inside on his own, just like every single time.
His steps carried him on their own towards his destination, as if they were too familiar with the way. He followed the concrete path which was running in between different sections of graves, with slow yet steady steps. After a number of turns, his steps came to a halt before a familiar gravestone.
Kneeling before the gravestone, he placed the bouquet before it. He took out a clean handkerchief form the inner pocket of his coat and wiped off the small dust particles which was resting on the white marble, even though they were barely visible to a human eye.
His eyes teared up as his calloused fingers traced the golden letters engraved in the stone.
'I am so sorry. You would have been alive if it wasn't for my selfishness. I would have been able to see you smile with my own eyes if it wasn't for me. You would have been able to see your child grow up if it wasn't for me. I haven't been able to forgive myself even after all these years. I don't think that I ever will be. I don't think that I deserve to even ask for forgiveness, but please forgive me.' He thought to himself. He had always wanted to say this out loud, but he could never gather the courage to do so.
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