Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

“We will carry the memory of your heroic acts with us forever, Mr. Grimwald! Our son is going to grow up aspiring to be a courageous, honorable firefighter just like you!” Claire’s mother exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

I smiled warmly, shaking their hands firmly. “Your appreciation truly means everything to me,” I replied, feeling a deep sense of humility.

I hadn’t even realized the way Claire’s eyes shone with pride and respect. Her friends, too, were glancing at me as if I were some kind of legend. For most people, risking one’s own life to save another was a feat far more valuable than any riches or possessions.

In the background, the faint sound of Ezra’s whimpering continued, barely audible but unmistakably present. “Please… stop… Does anyone… hear me…” he pleaded weakly.

The security guards, having done their part, stepped back, revealing Ezra sprawled on the floor—almost motionless except for the shallow, ragged breaths escaping his lips.

His former classmates snickered and shook their heads in disbelief. How could anyone like Ezra ever hold a candle to someone like Sebastian?

The bitter irony wasn’t lost on anyone. Ezra had spent the entire evening bragging about his so-called achievements, only to end up humiliated and battered by none other than his own sister and brother-in-law.

Miley’s voice cut through the murmurs as she spotted him lying there. She strode over and delivered two more sharp kicks. “Still think you didn’t deserve this? Go ahead, tell our parents. Let’s see if they don’t give you an even harder time.”

Tears streamed freely down Ezra’s cheeks. His voice trembled as he stammered, “N-no… I’ve had enough… I’m sorry… I was wrong, Mr. Grimwald…”

Miley exhaled deeply. “Good. Now get him to the hospital. I’ll take care of the bills.”

A couple of guards lifted Ezra carefully and carried him out of the karaoke bar, the chaotic scene finally winding down.

I stared straight ahead, pretending not to have heard that last part.

Miley rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Are you serious? They aren’t even married yet.”

“Oh, right! Of course! You wouldn’t need that kind of help just yet… But don’t worry! I also know people who organize weddings!” Howard chuckled.

Claire’s face flushed a deep shade of red. She tugged gently on my hand and quickened her pace toward the car.

Once inside, Claire settled into the passenger seat and shot me a shy, playful glance. “Sebastian… what kind of wedding do you like?” she asked softly.