Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 76

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing**
**Chapter 76**

**Norah’s POV**

The road leading to the Constantine family sanatorium glistened, washed clean by the recent rain. The air was crisp, invigorating, carrying with it the scent of wet earth and fresh beginnings.

Lucien sat at the wheel, his grip on the steering wheel tight, his silence a heavy blanket draping over the car. I could sense the turmoil brewing within him, a storm of emotions that he was trying desperately to contain.

As we ascended the quiet mountain where the sanatorium was nestled, a sense of foreboding settled in my stomach. The building loomed ahead, stark against the backdrop of the serene landscape. Upon entering the room, the sharp, sterile scent of medicine assaulted my senses, mingling with the faint, lingering odor of something else—something sorrowful.

Old Mr. Constantine lay frail in the bed, his body a mere shadow of the man he once was. His eyes, clouded and lost, roamed aimlessly across the ceiling, as if searching for answers in the cracks above.

“Father,” Lucien’s voice trembled, barely breaking the silence that enveloped us.

Slowly, the old man’s head turned, and the moment their eyes met, a spark of hatred ignited within his gaze.

“Why have you come? You bastard! Just like your whore mother! Here for money?” he spat, venom lacing his words.

Lucien stiffened, a mix of shock and pain flashing across his face.

“She was not—” he started, but the old man cut him off, his rage boiling over.

“Not what?” The old man struggled to sit up, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “She was a cheat! She stole my money and ran off with her lover! She should have died!”

A harsh cough erupted from him, a sound that echoed with the weight of his bitterness.

Lucien, unable to restrain himself any longer, rushed to the bedside. “You’re lying! What did you do to her?”

“What could I do? I made sure she stayed quiet forever! Hahaha…” The old man’s laughter was chilling, a twisted sound that sent shivers down my spine.

“You killed her?” Lucien’s voice cracked, the accusation hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

“Killed? No. I just made sure she never spoke again.” The old man’s grin was wild, a manic light in his eyes. “She betrayed me. No one betrays me.”

In a fit of rage, he flailed his arms, knocking an old brass clock from the table. It shattered as it hit the floor, the sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot.

“You madman! If you hated her, why keep her favorite clock?” Lucien’s voice rose, filled with anger and confusion.

I instinctively reached out, placing a hand on his arm to hold him back. “Lucien, stop. He’s not in his right mind.”

Lucien hesitated, then picked up the clock. It was indeed old, yet crafted with a beauty that hinted at better days. He examined it closely, a flicker of recognition crossing his face before he placed it back down gently, as if it were a fragile relic of a lost time.

A nurse entered the room, administering a shot to the old man. Within moments, he succumbed to sleep, the fight leaving his frail body.

As we made our way back home, Lucien remained eerily quiet, the weight of the confrontation hanging heavily between us.

Upon arriving, he headed straight to the bar, pouring whiskey straight from the bottle, his movements mechanical and devoid of life.

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