Chapter 6
Melanie stood outside, watching the two people closely, without saying a word.
Seeing that they didn’t show any signs of stopping, she called out to the photographer standing nearby.
“Could you please take a portrait photo for me? I would like it in black and white.”
The photographer pushed her into another studio while persuading her that black and white photos did not look good.
But Melanie did not loosen her grip.
Because what she had to take were memorial photos.
The photographer had no choice but to listen to her and took a photo.
After the photos were developed, the neighbors had also finished making a fuss.
Kenna walked over with the newly received photo, her face filled with apologies.
“Sorry, sister–in–law, Nathen and I got addicted to taking photos and forgot about you. How about you guys take some now to make up for it?”
Melanie looked at Nathen, who was avoiding eye contact behind her, and smiled. She shook her head gently.
“No need.”
Nathen also realized that his recent actions were untimely.
The guilt in his heart grew heavier and heavier. He quickly approached, pushing the wheelchair, and said he wanted to buy a necklace to compensate her.
Kenna also wanted to go back in time and said she wanted to buy a pair of earrings, and asked for some suggestions.
Three people circled around the shopping mall, and suddenly Nathen received a call from his company. As the surroundings were too noisy, he decided to go back to the garage first.
Melanie showed no interest in anything and said she wanted to go back, so Kenna pushed her
towards the elevator.
Just a few steps later, the fire alarm suddenly went off, and a large crowd of people surged up.
The surging crowd knocked over the wheelchair directly, causing Melanie to fall heavily to the ground and be trampled by the passing people countless times.
She barely grabbed onto the railing beside her, struggling to lift her head, and caught sight of
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Nathen rushing in against the crowd.
He pushed through the crowd in a panic, and grabbed Melanie, his face full of fear. His voice choked
with emotion.
“Kenna, I’m glad you’re okay. You scared me to death!”
Kenna glanced at Melanie on the ground and, seeing that she had noticed, she then put on an embarrassed expression.
“Nathen, just now there were too many people, and my sister–in–law fell down.”
Nathen followed her gaze and saw Melanie, covered in bruises and purple marks all over her body, frozen in place.
He quickly let go of the person in his arms, bent down to help her up, his eyes filled with
self–blame.
“There were too many people, I didn’t see you, I’m sorry, Melanie.”
Melanie said nothing, her face calm as if nothing had just happened.
The three people walked out in silence.
As Melanie passed by a couple, she heard the girl whispering in complaint.
“It was so dangerous just now, everyone was rushing out, but there was someone who went in
instead. I heard that their loved one was inside. When will you learn from them and risk your life for me like that?”
Recalling the scene she had just witnessed, Melanie’s hand trembled inside her sleeve, and
suddenly memories from the past came rushing back.
In high school, she was blocked in an alley by a few hooligans holding iron rods. It was Nathen who
rushed up with a knife without hesitation and saved her.
Times have changed, but he still had the courage to throw caution to the wind and forge ahead.
The person he wanted to save was no longer her.
