Chapter 246: Take Away All His Memories of Me

Olive froze, her gaze shifting from Elvis’s hand to his face. He looked terrible, his gloom intensifying his sinister appearance. The veins in his palms throbbed violently as he held the gun.

“What are you doing? Put that gun away,” Olive muttered, trembling.

Elvis stared coldly, murmuring calmly, “Olive, I’m sorry, I can’t let you go.”

Olive regretted the cruel things she’d said, believing long-term happiness outweighed short-term joy. She’d forgotten his sensitivity. Bounty’s warning echoed in her mind: the sick Elvis was dangerous to himself and others. The memory of his gloomy, bloodthirsty demeanor in the mental hospital haunted her. Now, he held a gun, unable to bear her leaving.

“Elvis, this is dangerous. Have you considered the consequences? Your life will never be the same,” Olive said gently.

“Olive, this doesn’t have to happen. Don’t leave me. Please, I can’t lose you,” he pleaded.

Olive’s heart ached. He held a gun, yet spoke the softest words, begging her not to leave. He, who had never begged anyone, was begging her.

Tears streamed down Olive’s face. She nodded tearfully. “Okay, then shoot.”

She turned and walked away, truly leaving him.

Elvis felt his anger explode, his heart torn. The pain was unbearable. He couldn’t keep her. He stared at her back, then slowly lowered the gun. He couldn’t hurt her; he only wanted to frighten her into staying.

His life felt colorless, meaningless without her. He knew he couldn’t live without her.

“Olive,” he called out.

Olive paused, turning at the sound of his hoarse voice. “What more? Enough! Don’t bother me!” she warned impatiently.

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Elvis stood still, watching her. “If I’m alive, I won’t stop bothering you. I’ll do anything to keep you. You said you’d give me two children. I remember that. Maybe you were joking, but I took it seriously.”

Panic seized Olive. Elvis was erratic, seeming on the verge of self-harm. She stared at his focused gaze, his narrowed eyes, the tears glistening. He smiled softly.

“Olive, I’ll let you go, so you can be happy. I won’t bother you anymore. You must be happy.”

He raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. “No!” Olive screamed, her breath catching. She lunged at him.

Time seemed to stop before the gunshot. Olive fell, trembling, tears streaming down her face. The bullet, however, didn't hit him. Mrs. Kathy arrived just in time, grabbing his hand, deflecting the bullet. She then struck the back of his neck.

Olive crawled to him, hugging the now-unconscious Elvis tightly, terrified he would disappear.

“Miss Olive, let me see if you’re hurt,” Mrs. Kathy helped her.

Olive didn’t know how Kathy appeared, but as she spoke, she spat blood.

“Miss Olive, what’s wrong?” Kathy asked, shocked.

Olive knew her time was short. This was Elvis’s chance at a new life.

“Aunt Kathy, help me get Mr. Augustine onto the bed.”

They laid Elvis on the bed. Olive untied his coat, revealing his shirt. She stabbed a golden needle into his chest. Slowly, his face radiated color, his pulse calmed. He slept.

She removed the needle. She had cured him. He would no longer have nightmares or be tormented by illness. No one could call him a lunatic again. He was well. She’d kept her promise.

“Miss Olive, rest. You look terrible,” Mrs. Kathy said, concerned.

Chapter 246: Take Away All His Memories

Olive’s face was pale, her body weak.

“Aunt Kathy, I’ll rest later,” she replied.

“What’s wrong, Olive?” Kathy asked, panicked.

Olive took out an antique watch. She looked at his handsome face, still handsome despite his weakness.

“Take away all the memories of me from his mind,” she murmured, turning the watch.