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"Big Brother, are you feeling better?"

At this moment, when Jack had normal vision, he turned and sat on the low stool beside the bed, his eyes filled with a faint yellow nightlight.

Jack pulled back the corner of his scarred mouth, and sighed softly. "I feel much better, I also want to thank Vincent for the medicines, they are very useful!"

Jean's throat slid down before he muttered, "Vincent already told me everything. If big brother feels uncomfortable, let him know at any time!"

Jack reached out his palm and patted his knee. "Jean, don't worry about me. This is fate, I have seen it for a long time. I know that you worry too much, and I don't want you to drown in it. I also know that my body is a miracle. Being able to meet you and my family is already a miracle too! I never thought I would meet you again with my current identity."

"I know!" The man then was silent for a few seconds, he then asked, "Brother, do you have any thoughts of wanting to return to Parma?"

When those words escaped his lips, he clearly saw the glint in his brother's eyes, but it was only for a few moments.

Jack slowly got up and let the man help him walk to the window.

He looked up at the thick night, sighed, and shook his head. "I'm not coming back, I'm a member of the Widjaya family, so even if I die, I will die in my own house!"

"Jean, I know you're blaming yourself and wanting to do what's best for me, but I really don't deserve your kindness. At that time, Uncle Hans recognized me in Parma, that's why I asked him to keep my identity a secret from you."

"I was fascinated by the city of Parma after surviving the accident, and I always thought it was a heaven that gave me the opportunity to atone for my sins. So, even if Uncle Hans asked me to return at that time, I still decided not to reveal my identity to you."

"Since it's redemption, of course I don't want my beloved brother to join me in this miserable life right? Jean, I have nothing else to wish for from you, it's just that I hope that we can live the rest of my life well. This way, I too, can die happily!"

Jack held on to the window sill, speaking hoarsely about his thoughts. He knew that his time was running out.

If there was no medicine from Vincent to prolong his life, he was worried that he wouldn't even be able to survive this half month.

He must have known the signs that he was about to die. He may have been through this a long time ago, but at this time of separation, he still misses everything in the Widjaya family.

Right now, Jean inadvertently tightened his hand around his brother.

He looked at his brother who should have had a wonderful life in front of him. There was an unspeakable sadness and complexity in his heart. The man's emotions were a little out of control, he opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky. 

In those dark pupils, not even the starlight could light up the gloom in his heart.

Jack didn't hear his response, and stared at him absentmindedly. "Jean, may I tell you a little...? This second brother of yours is a cursed person, but now that God is treating me well, he gave me the opportunity to reunite with his family members. I really can't expect more than this, because for me, this blessing has surpassed the blessings I received before."

"Anyway, since I can't return to Parma, I want to explain it to you now. In the butterfly garden in Alice's backyard, I purposely looked for some beautiful swallows and kept them in the butterfly house I built for you."

"You and Lilia don't lack anything. As your brother, I can only leave a few rare and beautiful butterflies as gifts for your future children. I specifically asked Alice to take care of them. If there is an opportunity in the future, when your child grows up, you can take them to Parma to see. When you see them later, my soul will be with you and your little family."

Jack's words were like heavy shackles in the middle of the night, those shackles were tightly bound in the heart of Jean Widjaya.

His eyes fluctuated, and there was moisture in his gaze.

But the man's heart remained strong, so even though he was badly injured, his nose only trembled slightly.

"Brother, it's late at night, rest early."

Jean stupidly suppressed his emotions, causing his voice to become dull and indistinct.

Jack patted him on the shoulder. "You too, go back and don't worry about me!"

"Yes." 

After the man helped Jack back into his bed, he stepped out of the bedroom.

As the door closed, Jack said behind his back. "Jean, you have to stay healthy." 

The man's footsteps stopped, and then he closed the door after he nodded.

In front of the bed, Jack looked at the closed door with a comfortable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe his past life was full of suffering, but luckily, he could still see his little brother grow into such a big person.

...

Under the boundless night sky, Jean came out of the villa alone.

He walked to the path in front of the door, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the starry sky. Under the shadow of the moon, his eyes were a little wet.

Only when he was alone like this would he reveal an invisible vulnerability.

Even if he was strong, he still couldn't beat old age, illness and death.

Jack's words just now were undoubtedly the last goodbye to him.

Thinking about it, about the sadness after the accident fifteen years ago, mixed with the misery and loneliness that he lived in Parma alone, he thought that the life of his second brother became too bitter.

Behind him, there were light footsteps slowly coming.

The man blinked, wiping his wet eyes. Before he turned around, a jacket was placed on his shoulders.

Lilia smoothed the collar, and said softly, "Even if the weather isn't too cold, you shouldn't underestimate it. Don't stand too long and come back home early." 

After the words fell, she pressed the corners of her mouth and turned around, planning to return.

Jean stood alone at night, Lilia predicted that he must be affected by his second brother's condition.

When she woke up, she didn't see him in the bedroom.

She followed the stairs to the second floor, and then faintly heard the conversation in Jack's room.

Lilia decided not to bother them, she happened to be a little thirsty, so she planned to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

After a while, she saw the man coming out of the villa alone.

She didn't know what the two brothers were talking about, but from the figure of her husband, she could feel an aura of loneliness.

Therefore, at such a time, she could only give him a jacket to ward off the cold night.

At this moment, Lilia had just turned around, but her wrist was gently tugged by the man.

In the dim night, her expression was unreal, only her fingertips showed her usual body temperature.

"Why did you wake up?" The man put on his jacket and pulled her into his arms.

That stupid voice escaped his thin lips, and Lilia's heart suddenly hurt.

She rarely heard her husband have such a tone.

Lilia subconsciously hugged his waist, leaned lightly in his arms, and muttered, "I was thirsty just now. I happened to see you out when I was going downstairs." 

The man pursed his lips. "Starting tomorrow, before going to bed, prepare a glass of water. Don't wake up in the middle of the night again."

Lilia didn't say anything. She just leaned on him lightly without saying anything, and kept him company in silence.

And tonight, they didn't know that Jack had died secretly in his sleep.

...

Five o'clock the next morning, the maid who took care of Jack hurriedly knocked on every room.

It was too early, everyone was sleeping.

When James opened the door in his pajamas, he saw the maid's eyes were red, and he choked in his words.