Chapter 3 : Protecting You One Last Time

"Who would have thought, the dignified president of Radiance Group, turns out to be so lowly," Russell mocked.

"Stewart, are you stupid? Why did you come?" Randal shouted in anger after the initial shock, not knowing who he was mad at, or whether he was asking Stewart or himself.

"Randal, don''t be afraid. I won''t let anything happen to you," Stewart said with a smile.

"Such a lovesick fool. Men, get him."

Four or five men in black suits with sticks headed straight for Stewart.

"What are you doing?" Randal struggled in vain.

"Of course, we''re going to kill him. Oh, and you too," Russell said.

Randal could hear the sound of the stick hitting bone; Stewart was already in poor health.

　　"Stewart, you go, don''t worry about me." For some reason, tears slid down Randal''s face.

　　"Stewart."

　　Randal watched as Stewart fell to the ground and spat out blood. Taking advantage of a moment when his captors were distracted, he broke free and ran towards Stewart. He had never been so determined to choose Stewart, but this person had loved him from beginning to end.

　　"Stewart, don''t scare me, please be okay, alright?" Randal pleaded in a panic.

　　"I''m fine." Stewart forced himself to stand up, "Let him go. You want Radiance Group, I''ll give it to you, my life too."

　　"When you get a chance, run." Stewart didn''t need to say anything like don''t worry about me because he knew Randal wouldn''t care.

　　But even so, he was still willing to live for him, to die for him. Maybe Russell was right.

　　"Mr. Windsor, someone is coming."

　　As the door opened, Randal seized the opportunity and helped Stewart run out.

　　When Roger found out about this, he called the police, and plainclothes officers blocked the people who were going to chase Randal and Stewart.

　　Russell and Ross sneaked out the back door.

　　"What do we do?" Ross asked in a panic.

　　"They won''t get far." Russell''s eyes gleamed with determination.

　　"Stewart, how are you? Hold on, I''ll take you to the hospital." Randal felt his hands and body covered in blood, Stewart''s blood.

　　"I''m fine." Stewart smiled. This time, Randal''s concern for him should be without any ulterior motive.

　　"What are you going to do?" Ross asked uneasily from the passenger seat.

　　"Nothing, just accidentally have a car accident." Russell said, looking at the two people supporting each other not far ahead.

　　"Are you crazy? There are cameras here." Ross tried to stop him.

　　"Don''t worry, someone will take the blame for us afterward." Russell suddenly accelerated, heading straight for Stewart and Randal.

　　Maybe it was an innate sense of alertness, but Stewart turned around and saw the car coming. Instinctively, he pushed Randal away and was hit himself.

　　"Stewart."

　　"What do we do?" Ross asked when he saw that Randal wasn''t dead.

　　"Is asking ''what do we do'' all you can do?" Russell asked angrily, "Without Stewart, Randal can''t cause much trouble."

　　This section of the road had cameras, so they didn''t dare get out of the car. If they turned around to hit Randal again, the cameras would catch their faces, so they had to leave.

　　Randal ran over and held Stewart, frantically searching his clothes for a phone.

　　"Password, what''s the password?"

　　"0304."

　　Randal paused for a moment; that was his birthday. He collected himself and dialed 911 after a few tries.

　　"Hold on, the ambulance is on its way."

　　"Randal, this is the last time I''ll protect you." Stewart looked at Randal seriously, as if trying to memorize his face, "If there''s a next life, let''s not meet again."

　　Randal kept shaking his head, "Stewart, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Don''t leave me, I''ll listen to you from now on, Stewart."

　　Unfortunately, the man who had always been there for him, who loved him to the bone, never answered him again.

　　"Stewart, I was wrong, I was wrong..." No matter how heartbroken Randal cried, no one would feel sorry for him anymore.

　　He realized many things, as if his brain, dull for years, suddenly cleared up. Maybe he was terribly wrong.

　　But this time, there would never be a response again. Randal held Stewart, watching his eyes gently close, feeling his body grow colder bit by bit, the bright red blood turning dark.

　　The ambulance arrived, and the lights in the hospital operating room went on and off.

"Sorry, we did our best. Please accept our condolences."

"It''s impossible, there must be a mistake. How could it be..." That person was so amazing, no matter how big of a mess I made, Stewart could always fix it. He seemed to know everything, to be omnipotent. How could someone like that die...

"Randal, are you satisfied now? Stewart and everything he had were destroyed by you. Are you happy?" Roger walked over and punched Randal directly. If Stewart were here, he would never have allowed it.

"I''m sorry, I was wrong."

"Late remorse has no meaning." If it weren''t for the fact that Stewart had exchanged his life for Randal''s, Roger would never have let him off so easily.

Randal returned alone to the villa they used to live in. It looked exactly the same; the mess he left behind had been cleaned up, as if nothing had happened.

Except, no one would smile and call him "Randal" anymore.

Randal went to Stewart''s room. It was his first time stepping into this room. It was simpler and very cold. If it weren''t for the safe by the bedside, no one would believe someone lived there.

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

"Roger?" Randal didn''t expect Roger to come over.

"If it weren''t necessary, I wouldn''t have come to see you. I''ll get straight to the point. According to Stewart''s will, all his assets are left to you. This is the letter he left for you," Roger said concisely. "Sign it, and once you do, my task is complete."

Randal couldn''t remember how he signed the document or how he opened the letter.

"Randal, take care. Goodbye, never to meet again."

Just ten short words, Randal read them over and over, finally clutching them to his chest and crying out loud.

Randal used his birthday to open the safe. Inside were all the things he had given Stewart to curry favor for certain purposes. They were all ordinary items that could be found anywhere, and it was clear that the gift-giver hadn''t put much thought into them, probably just buying whatever he saw on the street. But Stewart still treasured them.

Stewart''s funeral was three days later, and Randal''s parents had returned to the country.

"Dad, Mom, why are you back?" Randal asked in surprise. He didn''t expect to see his parents at Stewart''s funeral.