“Brother…”
“Omari… hahaha, big brother. How can I even be worthy of you calling me big brother?”
Hayden watched his departing figure, his eyes gradually moistening, silent tears slipping down.
“Brother, it’s me who has wronged you.”
The sobbing, low cry echoed in the space, blending the sorrow and regret of a disappointed man.
If only he had awakened sooner, perhaps the ending wouldn’t be like this.
But sadly, it was already too late; his life was nearing its end.
Looking back on this short life full of schemes, many figures flashed through Hayden’s mind like a revolving lantern.
Finally… his father’s face appeared, the teachings as vivid as yesterday.
“Dad, I’m departing first, unable to personally care for you in your old age.”
At the moment his words fell, Hayden made a decision.
With a resolute heart, he closed his eyes and crashed headlong into the wall.
Bang-
With a loud noise, bright red blood splashed.
The regretful man stared blankly in the direction of home, his tall and thin body slowly falling backward.
Outside the door, Omari, who should have left, had returned.
He had just opened the door when he saw a streak of blood flowing to the floor, his pupils dilating in shock.
His emotions instantly collapsed.
“Big brother!”
No one expected that the deeply deceitful, calculating eldest young master of the Lara family, a graceful figure in Onistead, would commit suicide in such a manner in this small inn.
What a sigh-inducing scene.
From another perspective, how could someone as proud as him accept returning home to face trial as a prisoner?
As the mastermind behind this case, he would either face the death penalty or life imprisonment.
Rather than spending the rest of his life in prison, subjected to the scorn of the world, he chose suicide.
Being in a foreign country, it was inconvenient to bury the body and equally cumbersome to transport it home.
Omari decided to send his body to the crematorium for local cremation.
When he returned to his country, he was dressed in solemn black attire, holding a white urn in his hands.
The plane arrived at Onistead Airport three days later in the morning.
The man’s extraordinarily handsome appearance, coupled with the eerie urn in his hands, undoubtedly drew many glances.
Omari moved forward as if there was no one around, gently caressing the cold urn with his hands.
His clear voice carried a trace of sorrow, “Big brother, I’ve brought you home.”
Not far away, Leon sat in a wheelchair, accompanied by a group of bodyguards to receive him.
The elderly man, dressed in black with white hair, was particularly noticeable in the crowd.
Cheyenne saw him at a glance, noticing that Leon’s face had aged significantly.
A man in his fifties had turned white-haired overnight, looking as though he had aged twenty years.
He must have been unable to sleep these past few days.
Even Channing, who was of the same age, was shocked and felt sympathetic.
“Leon, your hair… my condolences.”
As a parent, Channing could understand the pain and struggle in his heart.
Two sons, both equally precious; he couldn’t bear to lose either.
At this moment, Channing was grateful that he had only one daughter, Cheyenne, to whom he could give all his love without reservation.
If he had another child, perhaps he would also end up on Leon’s path.
Leon wanted to smile, but the bitterness in his heart turned his smile into a forced one.
“Channing, thank you. If it weren’t for you, Omari might not have returned safely.”
“As for Hayden…”
Mentioning his wayward eldest son, Leon’s eyes dimmed, losing their light.
“He chose the wrong path himself; no one else can be blamed.”
“If anyone is to be blamed, it should be me. I failed as a father, not teaching him well, which led him to harm both others and himself.”
It was his fault. If he had stopped Hayden earlier, not indulging his schemes, perhaps it wouldn’t have come to this.
Channing patted his shoulder, sighing deeply.
“Don’t blame yourself; everyone has their fate.”
“I believe you and Omari have many things to handle. My daughter and I won’t disturb you today; we’ll visit another day to express our gratitude.”
Leon nodded.
“Forgive me for not seeing you off.”
“There’s no need for such formalities among old friends.”
After exchanging pleasantries, Channing prepared to take his daughter, son-in-law, and grandson home.
Before leaving, Cheyenne glanced worriedly at the silent Omari.
Her lips parted slightly, “Omari, take care. Until we meet again.”
As for Hayden’s funeral, she thought she wouldn’t attend.
Hearing her, Omari looked over, forcing a smile.
“Cheyenne, thank you.”
The scene of the two exchanging glances made Kelvin feel a pang of jealousy. Unwilling to be ignored, he interrupted them coldly.
“What are you looking at? Omari, I’m the one who saved you this time. Shouldn’t you thank me too?”
Normally, Omari wouldn’t pay any attention to such petty remarks. However, today, he surprisingly complied.
“Of course, thank you, Kelvin, and Oliver…”
“We’ll see each other in a few days. I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll come find you afterward.”
Oliver, knowing Omari must be feeling very sad at this moment, used comforting words he had learned somewhere, bringing solace to those who heard them.
“Uncle Omari, if you want to cry, just cry. Don’t hold it in. My shoulders may be small, but you can lean on them.”
“Great-grandpa said that men don’t easily shed tears; it’s just that they haven’t reached the point of heartbreak. I won’t laugh at you.”
As he spoke, he even patted his own shoulder seriously. This childlike but thoughtful gesture lifted the spirits of everyone present, and even Omari smiled.
Channing patted his grandson’s little head and praised him.
“Oliver is so understanding. But don’t worry, your Uncle Omari isn’t that fragile.”
“I think so too.”
The way the grandfather and grandson interacted was enviable, and the clever, considerate grandson was a reason Leon envied Channing even more. He couldn’t help but think back to years ago.
If he hadn’t prevented Omari from being with Miss Lawrence back then, perhaps such a smart and adorable Oliver would have been his precious grandson.
Later, when he found out that Cheyenne was Channing’s daughter, Leon regretted it. But by then, Cheyenne had regained her memory and reconciled with Kelvin.
As Channing’s group left, the space felt significantly emptier. When Leon retracted his envious gaze, he saw that Omari’s eyes were still on Cheyenne. His gaze clearly held deep affection, restraint, and… reluctance and gratitude.
“Omari, I’m sorry… it’s because of me that you lost a lifetime of happiness.”
“But Miss Lawrence and you are no longer possible. You should try to let go.”
Hearing this, Omari withdrew his gaze and looked down at the urn in his hands.
“Dad, she and I are just friends now. As for letting go, I’ll try my best.”
“Alright, alright, I won’t force you. As long as you’re happy.”
Having gone through so much, he had come to understand that nothing was more important than his son’s happiness and well-being.