The Sway and Slide of Love novel Chapter 783

When Hendrix left earlier, Irene had been asleep inside the house.

But now, it was like she suddenly remembered something. Sitting there with a flashlight in hand, she seemed to be waiting for someone.

But who could she possibly be waiting for? After all, the person she most wanted to see would never come back.

After pressing his lips together, Hendrix finally walked outside.

Irene heard his footsteps but didn't turn around. She just kept sitting there, stubborn.

"Can you tell me about Nelly?" Hendrix asked.

Irene looked up at him, surprised.

Hendrix's expression was awkward. This wasn't something he usually did. He hadn't even managed to get along with his own mother, Beatrice.

Irene was practically a stranger to him. Well, not completely a stranger. After all, he had her to thank for the wound on his hand.

If he had a choice, Hendrix wouldn't have wanted anything to do with her. But he knew Noelle cared about Irene.

Even without a blood connection, Irene's care for Noelle these past months had been real. The motherly love she gave her had been real, too.

Her voice grew increasingly hoarse, and a few murky tears slipped from her sunken eyes.

Hendrix frowned. "How did she die?"

"Suicide." Irene tugged at the corner of her lips. "She was all alone in that big city and under too much pressure. I couldn't help her in any way or provide her with any resources. The night she left, she transferred me a sum of 18,975.70 dollars.

"It was all the money she had in her bank account. When I saw the transaction, I knew something was wrong. But by the time I called her, it was already too late. I can't read, nor do I know how to take a train, so I never even go to see her one last time.

"All I got was her ashes, brought back by a friend. Tell me. Do you think she resents me? Is that why, all these years, she hasn't even visited me in my dreams?"