Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 546 The Truth from 6 Years Ago: Alston, I Did Not Tarnish Your Soul…
After speaking, he turned to leave, planning to go to the kitchen to peel an apple and bring it over.
But just as he turned to leave, Neal Galan coldly said, "Peel it here!"
Oliver Nash turned around, looking at Neal Galan, "Here?"
Neal replied coldly, "What? Can’t you?"
"Alright." Oliver agreed and turned to leave.
Shortly after, Oliver returned with a fruit platter.
He picked an apple from the platter and looked at Neal Galan, "Alston, is this one okay?"
Neal nodded, "It’s fine."
"Good, let’s have this one." With that, Oliver sat down and focused on peeling the apple.
While Oliver was peeling the apple, Neal, sitting on the bed, stood up.
Dragging his heavy legs, he approached Oliver step by step.
Seeing Neal’s movement, Oliver smiled gently, "Alston, just wait there, I’ll bring it to you once it’s peeled."
"I’ve been lying down too long, need to move around." Neal spoke coldly, continuing to make his way toward Oliver.
Finally, he got close to Oliver.
But it left him panting heavily.
Oliver quickly pulled over a chair, "Alston, sit."
Neal did not refuse Oliver’s kindness and sat down on the chair.
He sat there with icy eyes, not looking at Oliver, just trying to calm his breath and restore his little remaining strength.
It wasn’t long before Oliver finished peeling the apple.
He looked warmly at Neal and handed the peeled apple to him, "Alston, here’s the apple."
Neal looked at Oliver but didn’t move.
Oliver looked at Neal and spoke again, "Alston..."
Neal suddenly moved.
He swiftly reached out, but not to take the apple from Oliver; instead, he grabbed the fruit knife in Oliver’s other hand and, without hesitation, stabbed it into his own abdomen...
Wearing a snowy white shirt, Oliver sat there without moving, and at the moment the knife penetrated him, he smiled at Neal, "Alston, did you really want to kill me all this time?"
His smile was extremely bitter, filled with self-mockery.
Ever since Alston had injured him with a vase, he had put away all sharp objects in the room.
He didn’t want Alston to accidentally hurt himself while hurting him. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
When Alston asked for an apple and insisted on peeling it here, he realized something.
Yet he still did it.
Because he desperately hoped that it was all just his overthinking, that Alston truly wanted to forget that woman, willing to stay here with him.
But in the end, it was just his wishful thinking.
Neal radiated an aura of murderous intent.
He looked at Oliver with icy eyes, his voice even colder, "Give me the antidote, or I’ll kill you!"
Oliver was fearless.
He looked at Neal with gentle eyes, seeking release, and said, "Alston, if you want to kill me, stab my heart. This spot won’t kill me."
He pointed to the blood-stained shirt and laughed miserably.
Rather than living in such constant pain, he would rather die by Alston’s hand.
Neal squinted his lethal eyes fiercely, "You think I don’t dare?"
Oliver didn’t speak, only smiled at Neal.
At this moment, Oliver slowly grasped Neal’s hands, pulling out the knife with a "pop" before stabbing it hard into his own chest.
Of course, not the left side, but the right side, where Oliver’s heart was located.
Blood oozed from the corner of Oliver’s mouth.
Despite the blood, he retained a slight smile, a bloodstained, tragic smile, "Alston, this time I’m really leaving... I know you couldn’t bear to kill me, you were just threatening me for the antidote... I don’t want to see you leave. Alston..."
Neal was stunned by everything he saw, speechless...
In a moment of surprise, Oliver suddenly exerted force, driving the knife deeper into his heart.
Neal was shocked, his heart ached suddenly!
Oliver, looking at Neal’s pale face, gently reassured him, "Alston, don’t be afraid, brother doesn’t hurt..."
Neal stared at Oliver blankly, "You’re a madman! Why?"
"Alston, you wanted me dead, right? Then I’ll die." Oliver spoke so peacefully.
As he spoke, he forcefully pulled out the knife along with Neal’s hand from his own heart, and blood sprayed out...
He slowly raised his bloodstained hand, intending to touch Neal’s face.
Halfway through, before Neal could dodge, he withdrew his hand, "I forgot, Alston doesn’t like me touching him..."
Watching such a scene, Neal pressed his wildly beating heart.
He hated Oliver, was disgusted by Oliver, and after what Oliver had done to him, he had countless thoughts of killing him.
He hadn’t acted because of his mother’s dying words.
But at this moment, he had to admit: he hadn’t killed Oliver, not just because of his mother’s words, but also because Oliver was the brother who had indulged, cared for, and loved him during his youth.
Oliver’s heart was gravely injured.
The more blood flowed, the weaker his breath became.
He knew he was dying, about to die soon.
Oliver looked at Neal with an obsessed, affectionate gaze and slowly said, "Alston, actually six years ago... I didn’t do that to you."
Neal was shocked, "What did you say?"
Oliver laughed, a bitter laugh, "The person in the video six years ago... wasn’t you, it was one of my subordinates, who looked quite similar to you, so..."
Neal looked at Oliver incredulously, coldly questioned, "Why didn’t you say it before?"
He had lived in a world of humiliation, thinking he had been violated by his half-brother, ruining his soul.
But today, he heard that the person that night wasn’t him!
Ha, haha!
Looking at such a Oliver, he didn’t know whether to hate or resent!
Oliver laughed, "Because I wished that person was you... I always wished it was you!"
Neal angrily scolded, "Oliver, you’re a madman!"
"Yes, I went mad... madly in love with my brother." Oliver sarcastically looked up at the sunset gradually falling outside the window.
He opened his eyes again, not disguising the madness in his gaze as he looked at Neal: studying Neal’s bright, clear brow and his handsome, unparalleled, meticulously crafted face.
Oliver just looked at Neal, using all his strength, then taking a deep breath in one go, said, "Alston, six years ago I didn’t taint your soul, you’re still pure. But I’m happy dying before you today... Alston, I’m sorry."
