His Grandfather Chose Me But I Chose His Dying Cousin Chapter 10
That night, after the last of the wedding after-party guests finally left, I changed clothes and got
into bed first.
Harrison lingered awkwardly nearby, his face flushed bright red.
I patted the blanket beside me and said, “We’re already married. What are you so embarrassed about? Are you planning to avoid getting into bed forever?”
After he changed into his pajamas, he got into bed and sat beside me.
I leaned against his shoulder, held his hand, and played with his long, slender fingers.
“I have a question. We barely saw each other before this, so why do you treat me so well?”
“What do you mean by that?” His voice was a little hoarse.
“Aren’t you afraid people will say you married the woman Evan didn’t want?”
His body stiffened for a second, then he said gently, “Don’t say that. Being able to marry you is my
good fortune. If he didn’t cherish you, that only means he was blind.”
Something soft brushed through my heart, light as a feather:
“I have a secret to tell you.” He suddenly smiled. “Actually, I’ve had a crush on you for a very long
time.”
I looked at him in surprise.
“When my parents were still alive, they brought me to your house once. You were barely over a year old then, pouting and asking me for candy. I remember thinking, how could such an adorable little girl exist?”
“After my parents died, I rarely went out anymore. But every time you came to the Crawford estate,
I would secretly pay attention to you. I was afraid of bothering you, but it hurt to see you tearing
yourself apart over Evan.”
“But it’s all right now.” He smiled with a hint of pride.
I had never known we had met so long ago.
And I had never known he had been watching over me for so many years.
Fate was truly strange.
Then I thought of something.
“I heard you were there too when your parents had the accident. After that, you…”
I was too embarrassed to continue, and I was also afraid of hurting him.
He murmured, “You can find out for yourself.”
My face burned scarlet.
A few months later, I was pregnant.
Mr. Walsh came to visit me and told us that Mr. Crawford Sr. had officially decided to hand the
Crawford Group over to Harrison.
“Money isn’t the most important thing. Just remember to look after those good-for-nothing
cousins of yours. At the very least, make sure they’ll always have enough to get by.” Those were Mr.
Crawford Sr.’s final instructions before he passed.
Lily did not come to Mr. Crawford Sr.’s funeral.
I asked our housekeeper about her and learned that after Evan abandoned her, she became
mentally unstable, so Dad sent her to a private care facility.
But she escaped from the facility.
After that, no one knew where she went.
“For all anyone knows, she was taken by human traffickers. Oh, what a miserable fate,” the
housekeeper sighed.
It seemed Lily’s ending in this life was truly miserable.
Later, Evan demanded that the Crawfords split up the family assets and live separately.
“There are too many Crawfords. It’s inconvenient for everyone to keep living under the same roof.
Granddad is gone now anyway, so we might as well all go our separate ways.”
According to Mr. Crawford Sr.’s will and the agreements he had left behind, Harrison divided the
assets.
But after the family split, Evan became even more reckless.
During the day, he threw money into one bad investment after another. At night, he drowned
himself in a life of luxury, parties, and careless spending.
He had no eye for investments and no understanding of how to deal with people.
Before long, he had squandered everything.
When he came to Harrison for money again, security stopped him at the entrance.
I happened to be bringing something to Harrison and ran into him.
Unshaven and haggard, Evan said he wanted a word with me.
“Do you know that, Clara? I was the one who was really your husband. In our previous life, we were married. We were very happy together.”
I looked at him and let out a soft scoff.
“Happy? How happy? What happened afterward? What happened to me?”
“Afterward, we grew old together, surrounded by children and grandchildren.”
I exposed his lie.
“When someone lies often enough, do they start believing it themselves?”
“Didn’t I fall into severe depression before you poisoned me to death?”
He stumbled back two steps in panic.
“How do you know?”
“I get it now. You were reborn too. No wonder you chose Harrison.”
I ignored him after that.
I turned and stepped into the elevator.
Security threw him out.
Not long after, startled cries came from behind me.
“Oh my God, someone got hit by a car.”
“Isn’t that Mr. Evan Crawford?”
I did not look back.
I walked toward my happy life.