After Grandma Died I Gave Up Loving Him by Cynthia Young

chapter 9 

Hooked at him, slapping his face repeatedly, eyes full of hatred, “Sheldon, I hate you.” 

“Grandma was still breathing at that time. Did you know that before she died, she was still comforting me, telling me not to be nervous, not to cry, and asking me to drive slowly…” 

“But what were you doing with Lindsay at that time?” 

“Sheldon, if you had helped me then, I would have been able to save grandma in time.” 

“You indirectly killed her. 

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“I hate you, I wish you would die!” 

Sheldon probably realized he was about to lose me, his eyes full of pain, “Cynthia, I’m sorry, what should I do to make you forgive me… 

“I can never forgive,” I thought. 

I closed my eyes and stopped looking at him. 

He suddenly let me go and said excitedly, “Cynthia, I know I was wrong. Don’t worry, I will find grandma’s urn back! Just wait!” 

He staggered to the beach, and Lindsay suddenly stopped him, “Sheldon, don’t go. The sea is so deep. What if something happens… 

He pushed Lindsay away, his face full of disgust, “Stop pretending! This is between Cynthia and me, get out of here!” Lindsay looked at him in disbelief, “Sheldon, how could you do this to me?” 

Sheldon’s eyes were cold, “Lindsay, I have never loved you. I praise you only because I think you are a little similar to Cynthia.” 

“Who do you think you are?” 

Lindsay ran away in tears. 

Sheldon jumped into the sea. 

I looked at the calm sea, took out the box from my wet clothes, and muttered to myself, “Grandma, I’m glad I didn’t lose 

you.‘ 

“Let’s go home.” 

“As for Sheldon, everything is his own fault.” 

chapter 10