Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 

Helping the real murderer escape Justice–wasn’t that a crime in itself? 

they paid for everything they had done. 

All of their actions, one by one, had left indelible marks on my heart. One day, I would make sure the 

I had thought that bringing them to justice would bring peace to Grandma’s soul, but in my dream, she only sighed softly. “I don’t want me vet granddaughter to live with such a heavy heart. I just want you to be safe and happy,” she said, gently stroking my hair, just like she used to and wrapped her small arms around me when I was little. 

I was dooded with memodes of my happiest childhood days when Grandma would sit in her chair while I sat on a small stool by her side. 

Back then, I was a tiny, adorable thing, and Grandma always wore a smile, basling in the sunlight. 

We’d sit in ther 

evard, feeling the warm breeze on our faces, a sense of serenity enveloping us, 

The sight of ripe cucumbers and tomatoes growing in the garden added to the peaceful countryside vibe. 

feeling like a princess under her loving hands 

Her wrinkled hands would renderly smoothiny hair, and she’d comb it with such care, making it soft and neat. Grandma always braided my hair into cute little pigtails, just like the other girls. I’d watch with admiration, feelin No matter what I wanted, she would always do her best to make it happen. 

But now, the one person who had given me that warmth and love was gone forever. 

“Grandma, please come back I want to eat your pancakes again. I want to do so much for you. I want to spend more time with you.” The moce spoke, the ace the sadness overwhelmed me. Tears Streamed down my face, and I cried so hard Suddenly, a Lucrup jerked me awake. 

I couldn’t catch my breath. 

Tell the cold, wat tears on my face, my eyes swollen and red. When I opened them, the burning sensation made believing it was just a dream even harder. Since Grandma passed away, I never had such a vivid dream of her, I missed her so deeply. Perhaps she felt my longing for her in heaven and found a way to visit me 

in my dream 

I suddenly recalled a saying–the ghosts people tear might just be the ones someone has longed to see but couldn’t. I felt a strange comfort in having such a dream beton lembarked on my umey 

Grand would have encouraged Leah had shattered my family, all forher selfish pursuit of love Sie had dragged my entire life into a pit of darliness What was once a bright and hopeful future for me had turned into a swamp of despair. 

me to pursue my dreams, but she had also urged me to let go of hatred. How could I possibly do that? 

I might have the strength to grow flowers in this mire, but who could ever heal the wounds inside my heart? 

There was time to dwell on my sadness. I glanced at the clock–It was already 4:30 am