All That Remains Is Goodbye novel Chapter 2

Claire Bennett lit up in delight after receiving Nova's reply, and she said, "That's wonderful, Nova! I'm so proud of you. The country needs more young people like you who have a strong sense of duty and willingness to serve.

"But the project is tough, and you'll be stationed at a remote place. Will your uncle let you go? He seems to care about you a lot."

Nova's grip tightened on the phone. Her voice was steady and unwavering as she said, "I don't need his permission. I can decide for myself."

After Nova ended the call, all strength drained from her body. She staggered and collapsed slightly against the wall. But as she stepped back, she collided with Ewan's arm.

Startled, she hopped away and saw Ewan frowning deeply. He asked, "Who were you talking to? What are you joining?"

Keeping her cool, she replied, "Oh, my professor asked if I wanted to join a campus club."

He didn't question it further and delivered a cold statement. "The surgery is scheduled for next week. In the meantime, I'm bringing Wynter home."

Then, he paused as if a thought crossed his mind. His tone was colder as he continued, "Also, I don't want to see strange letters in my study again. They might cause unnecessary misunderstandings for Wynter."

Nova turned her head away, digging her fingers into her palm. Her voice was bitter as she murmured, "Understood."

Ever since the day she stole the kiss and got caught, she wrote Ewan a heartfelt love letter every week. They were filled with pages of her feelings and love poured into words.

However, every single letter had ended up in the trash.

Still, Nova kept writing stubbornly.

Yet, what she saw as confessions of affection were repulsive and disturbing in Ewan's eyes.

Seeing her acquiescence, he said nothing more and gave a few instructions to the driver before walking back into the ward.

An hour later, Nova spotted Ewan's car at the exit of the hospital. She watched him help Wynter carefully into the backseat.

Rushing downstairs, she arrived at the car in time and reached out for the door handle, only to watch the car speed away in front of her. All that was left was a cloud of exhaust fumes.

Frozen in place, she immediately received a new message from Ewan. "Wynter has OCD. She doesn't like the scent of strangers, so take a cab home yourself."

Her eyes dimmed. After lowering the phone, she raised her hand and flagged down a passing cab. Once inside, she stared out the window silently.

The driver asked in concern, "That handprint on your face looks pretty serious, young lady. Would you like me to stop by a pharmacy for you?"

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