EndlessFantasy Translation

  EndlessFantasy Translation

  Old Madam Barker understood at once and smiled. “Where else could he go? He went to find his wife of course!”


  Aunt Julia did not quite believe it. “Would he?”


  “Goodness, you!” Old Madam Barker looked at Aunt Julia with a hopeless expression. “Why hasn’t any of my cleverness rubbed off on you after you’ve been by my side all these years?”


  Aunt Julia was silent.

  Old Madam Barker went into the kitchen and muttered to herself, “If Tim and Sammy have a child, who’s going to raise the baby if I pass away? I’d be worried if it was you because you don’t seem all that bright!”


  Aunt Julia was just as speechless as before.

  Judging from the circumstances surrounding both Timothy and Samantha, there was no definitive sign of positive progress just yet. The divorce crisis was still unresolved, so why think that far ahead about who would be raising the children?

  Aunt Julia pouted. ‘Don’t you think you’re overthinking a bit too much right now, Old Madam?’


  …


  At the doctor’s office inside the hospital, Samantha introduced Alan to the attending doctor and sat at one side to listen to their discussion quietly.

  She did not understand any of the technical terms they were using in their discussion, but Alan spoke in a very uniquely professional manner. His words elicited copious nodding from the attending doctor, and the hope in Samantha’s heart became greater too.

  The attending doctor previously had a helpless look when mentioning Corey’s condition, but it seemed that the treatment plan provided by the little saint was truly extraordinary!

  Seeing that the water in their cups was empty, Samantha gently took their cups, got up, then went to pour some warm water before handing it over to them.

  Alan picked up the cup and took a sip, then looked at her and said softly, “Thank you.”


  “No thanks necessary,” Samantha replied softly.

  The discussion finished after about an hour. The attending doctor stood up and shook hands with Alan, holding Alan’s hand with both hands. His tone seemed very excited as he said, “Dr. Sherwood, please do let the little saint know that I’m in awe of his plan. He really deserves to be a disciple taught by Professor Louie himself. Please feel free to contact me if anything else is needed!”


  Alan smiled back. “Alright, I’ll convey your message to him.”


  The attending doctor turned to Samantha and was grinning widely with a toothy smile. “Ms. Larsson, I didn’t expect you to be able to locate the little saint. You can rest assured now with Corey’s condition.”


  Those words were like an antianxiety agent that calmed Samantha’s worries all at once. She could not help but smile, “Thank you. Corey is counting on everyone.”


  As they walked out of the office, he asked, “Which ward is your brother in? I’ll pay him a visit.”


  Samantha thought he was going to look at Corey’s condition or something of the sort, so she hurriedly said, “Here.”


  The two of them walked toward the ward.

  When they were about to arrive, Alan spoke again, “I came in such a hurry that I didn’t bring any gifts for him. I hope he doesn’t mind.

  “By the way, what does your brother like? I can bring it the next time I visit him.”


  Samantha went blank for a moment. “You’re here just to visit?”


  Alan smiled. “Of course. We’re friends, and since we’re already at the hospital, it’s only right that we should visit your brother.”


  “.……I thought you wanted to see him in your capacity as a doctor.” Samantha scratched his head awkwardly. “You’ve already brought Corey the best gift……”


  “Hmm?”


  Samantha pointed to the treatment plan in his hand. “This gift is one of a kind. Corey will like it very much!”


  As they talked, the two of them walked to the door of the ward.

  Samantha raised her hand and was about to push the door open. Suddenly, her movements stopped when she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of a slender figure walking by.

  She thought she saw wrongly, but when she turned her head and saw the person coming over, her black pupils contracted rapidly.

  She was right. It was none other than……Timothy!

  He was standing three steps away from her and his dark eyes stared right at her. There was a distinct lack of emotion on his handsome face.

  Why was he there?

  Could he be there to torture her again?

  Samantha’s mind subconsciously remembered his savagery toward her the previous night, and the terrible picture suddenly pulled her back to the scene, causing the blood on her face to fade away instantly.

  Goosebumps appeared all over her body and she trembled slightly.

  Alan, who was standing next to her, noticed the change and asked worriedly, “What’s going on, Sammy? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?”


  It was only when Alan spoke that Timothy seemed to have noticed him. Timothy raised his head and his extremely dark pupils moved slowly as his gaze shifted to Alan’s face.

  Gigantic waves seemed to be rolling in the bottom of Timothy’s eyes.

  Samantha naturally noticed the change in Timothy’s eyes and was well aware of how terrifying he could be. In his heart, he was already certain that Alan was having an affair with her, so the possibility remained that he would go crazy and hurt Alan……

  Samantha did not seem to have given much thought to anything else and immediately stood in front of Alan, opening her arms wide to shield him.

  Alan did so much for Corey and helped her tremendously, so she would never allow Timothy to harm Alan. Her issues with Timothy should not be allowed to affect innocent people.

  Timothy looked at Samantha’s simple yet resolute movements and felt as though a sword had pierced right through his heart.

  Once upon a time, the person Samantha protected was him.

  However, the person being protected right that moment was another man, and the person being protected against was him.

  He would never forget how Samantha charged out abruptly into his arms and used her small body to block the deadly bullet for him.

  Why did he feel that the memory was disappearing little by little from his mind? It was as if no amount of control he exerted over it could catch it back.

  His hands clenched unconsciously into fists as they hung on both sides of his body. The veins on the back of his hand popped out, yet the memory still slipped through the cracks in his, turning into a complete blur.

  He would have wanted to rush over, eliminate that eyesore of a man, then bring Samantha away and lock her up. That way, she could only stay by his side forever and look only at him.

  It was a very simple thing for him to do. Exceedingly simple, in fact.

  However, as simple as it was, he could not move an inch at that moment and was unable to do a single thing.

  He knew that doing so would only make him lose Samantha forever.

  Then again, had he not already lost Samantha? Was there any difference then?

  …


  When Samantha saw Timothy’s fists clenching up, she stared at him even more defensively before seeing him lift his long legs and leave.

  She was prepared to face a fierce battle, but the next second, she saw Timothy turn around and walk away.

  Samantha was stunned. Her eyes looked at Timothy’s rear figure in disbelief and she saw this body seemingly swaying slightly, like he was about to fall…