Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1246: Bloodstained Camellia

Mort Thorne clenched his teeth and cursed somberly, "A bunch of bastards, not listening, huh? Everyone listen up, this is an order, hold their hands, Crimson Eye Soldier 1 to 12, report as soon as they arrive safely!"

"Commander, we really won’t leave, we’re begging you."

"Commander, we don’t want to leave you behind, we want to take you back."

"Commander, we’re begging you, we’re kneeling to you."

All the Crimson Eye Soldiers knelt down and kowtowed to Mort Thorne, hoping he wouldn’t force them to leave.

Mort Thorne closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. A layer of bloodshot covered his eyelids, "Get up, don’t forget your identities, you’re soldiers, anyone who dares say another useless word will be damned to leave the Crimson Eye Soldier, you’re unworthy!"

All the Crimson Eye Soldiers were shedding tears; they slowly stood up. How could they let him down?

How could they let him down?

Charles Bishop’s forehead veins throbbed, his eyes were red, a soldier’s duty is to obey, so he stood up too.

A group of Crimson Eye Soldiers stood against the wind, singing a desperate battle song.

Mort Thorne glanced sideways at Jodie Young.

Jodie Young’s face was full of tears, she blamed herself for causing harm to him, it would have been better if she hadn’t come.

He looked at her because he had words for Dianna Hollis.

Dianna Hollis was the softest spot in his heart.

He couldn’t let go.

Jodie Young stepped forward, choking, "You can say it."

Mort Thorne took out the red string from his pants pocket. The diamond ring on it still shone brightly, he handed the red string and the blood-stained, crushed camellia to Jodie Young, "Give it to her."

"Alright, give it to her." Jodie Young nodded vigorously, "Anything else?"

Anything else?

Mort Thorne thought about it; actually, there was a lot, but he didn’t say.

He closed his eyes gently, "Nothing more."

Jodie Young covered her mouth, crying uncontrollably, "What... about the child?"

The child?

Mort Thorne’s tall figure stiffened for a moment, then he gently and kindly curled his thin lips, "Tell her... to let it go."

Don’t keep it.

She’s still young, don’t keep it.

He liked children, but he loved her much more. Besides, he had Dot, and that’s enough.

His life, was enough.

His mind replayed the moment before she got into the car, her delicate white hand gently placed on her small belly...

What a pity, his large hand never got to touch her small belly.

For three years, he wasn’t there to see Dot grow up, didn’t give Dot fatherly love, didn’t fulfill a father’s responsibility, now this child, he’s fated to leave again.

The fate in this life is so shallow.

Jodie Young turned deeply to one side; she couldn’t bear to look at him anymore.

Mort Thorne opened his eyes and looked at the darkness overhead, "Crimson Eye Soldiers, listen up, hold your hands, return home immediately!"

The tornado was coming, within moments it would turn this place into a hell of broken branches and shattered wood, they were racing against time.

Charles Bishop was crying, the Crimson Eye Soldiers were crying, for so many years, they had scaled mountains and crossed valleys, becoming an indomitable legendary force; now, these twelve tough men were crying their hearts out.

Charles Bishop wiped his tears away and then stood straight, "At ease, attention, salute!"

All Crimson Eye Soldiers stood at attention with a "snap" and saluted Mort Thorne on the ground against the darkness.

Mort Thorne raised his hand and returned the salute.

The cold wind howled, who was bleeding tears in their heart?

"Salute’s over, now move out!"

Charles Bishop carried Jodie Young on his shoulder; he would definitely go back, he would definitely take Jodie Young back.

Charles Bishop held Scissors’ hand, Scissors held another soldier’s hand, all held hands and moved.

They left, getting further away from Mort Thorne.

The fierce wind and rain broke their backs, they bent over, their hearts engulfed by sorrow.

Then a hoarse voice came from behind, Mort Thorne was singing.

We soldiers

How are we different?

It’s just that we all wear

Plain military uniforms

Saying we’re different

But actually we’re the same

All are youthful years

All are sons of hot blood

Saying we’re different

But actually we’re the same

The same footsteps left behind

In mountains and waters long

Pillowed under the border moon

Wearing frost and snow and wind

For the country’s peace

We tightly hold the gun

Saying we’re different

But actually we’re the same

All longing for glory

All winning honor

This is a song among the military, We Soldiers.

Mort Thorne wasn’t a singer, never sang before, the pain burned his voice, the downpour soaked his cold bones, but he sang, because he was their light.

Though his body had fallen, his resilient heart, his indomitable spirit never fell.

He would follow them back.

Back to his mother’s embrace.

He was giving them strength.

Charles Bishop heard it, the Crimson Eye Soldiers heard it, first one person followed with singing, then everyone joined in, their voices grew louder as they sang.

No storm could break their strength.

The strength he gave was like a father’s weathered hand, a nourishing warmth, they all felt it.

Everyone slowly straightened their backs, they showed smiles through their tears, revealing a bright row of teeth.

They sang as they walked, without turning back.

No matter how dark the road ahead, they would walk into the light.

Gradually, everyone was far away, even their singing had faded.

Mort Thorne closed his eyes, a deep fatigue revealed in his pale and firm brow.

He listened.

Listening to the sound of the storm.

He watched.

Watching the endless darkness.

Is this how it ends?

"Mort Thorne, I’m waiting for you, Dot and the baby are waiting for you to come back."

Suddenly, a bell-like voice rang in his ears, his mind full of memories from the hotel room, where she knelt before him, devoutly kissing his amputation.

He really wanted to go back, to capture the warmth and light she offered.

But, he was so tired.

The storm was too fierce, making it almost impossible to keep his eyes open.

He knew once he closed his eyes, he would never wake again.

"Mort Thorne!" Just then, Jodie Young’s voice suddenly came from ahead.

Mort Thorne held his breath; he listened intently, only hearing Jodie Young’s voice weaving through the storm reaching his ears, "Mort Thorne, you must come back, because if you don’t, Dianna will certainly come looking for you, three years ago, she came looking for you once!"

Whoosh.

Jodie Young’s voice vanished in the storm, leaving only the sound of the fierce wind and rain in his ears.

Mort Thorne suddenly opened his eyes, in the darkness, his ink-black eyes contracted in bursts. He didn’t understand what he had heard just now.

Jodie Young said, three years ago Dianna went to find him.

What does that mean?

About these three years, Dianna mentioned very little, she only told him their daughter was named Dot.

She never said... she had looked for him.

Could she have...?

That silly girl!

Mort Thorne tightly clenched his fists, meanwhile, a surge of strength rushed in his chest, damn it, not falling in battle, not dying under enemy fire, but now crushed under a big tree, how pathetic!