Personality V: I will save everything

All right!

The moment has finally arrived!

Everyone held their breath and focused their eyes on that key point.

The most important moment has arrived! The factory director stood nervously in the position carefully arranged for him. Every heartbeat seemed to burst through his chest. The tension made it difficult for him to breathe.

After many rounds of persuasion and coaxing, the gardener finally came. Her steps were a little hesitant, as if she was still struggling with something.

Lisa............

The factory director was about to call out the gardener's name, but his voice stopped abruptly - the gardener stretched out his hand and decisively interrupted him.

"Okay, stop talking. Sister Lydia has already told me on the way here..." The gardener said expressionlessly, turning his head away with a look of obvious annoyance.

The factory director looked at the gardener's back and felt a sinking feeling in his heart, mistakenly thinking that the gardener still refused to forgive him.

However, this was not the case. The gardener just didn't want the director to see her vulnerable appearance of crying. At this moment, she was holding back her tears and trying to maintain her outward indifference and stubbornness.

"Lisa........." The factory director slowly approached from behind, gently stretched out his arms, and embraced the gardener's petite body. His movements were as gentle as if he was protecting a rare treasure, afraid of hurting her in the slightest, "Forgive Daddy, okay?"

However, the factory director's hopeful prayers fell on deaf ears, and the gardener did not respond at all. The surroundings fell into a dead silence, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the breathing of the two people intertwined.

But the factory director was not in a hurry, he just quietly and tightly hugged the gardener, as if time had stopped. He was willing to wait with endless patience, waiting for the voice that he had been thinking about to sound.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the gardener's slightly low but firm voice broke the long silence: "I will never forgive you."

These few short words were like a sharp sword piercing his chest. Although he had expected it, when he heard the gardener say this, he still felt a sharp pain in his heart, so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Yes, I had committed such an unforgivable mistake, how could I expect my daughter to forgive me easily?

But...it doesn't matter, the factory manager told himself silently in his heart. They still have many days to slowly make up for the lost time and repair this broken father-daughter relationship.

Just as the factory director was immersed in sadness and self-blame, the gardener's next words were like a ray of light, instantly illuminating his dark world.

"...Because I never blamed you."

The factory director's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was at a loss for a moment. It turned out that he had misunderstood his daughter's feelings all along. It was not that she was unwilling to forgive him, but she had never really blamed him! This sudden surprise rekindled the fire of hope in the factory director's already broken heart.

The gardener never complained to the director, even though her heart was full of pain and grievance. She always told everyone around her that she was a poor child who was abandoned and ignored.

All this was simply because deep in her young heart, she believed that since her father had cruelly abandoned her, she would definitely pursue a new life that belonged only to him. In her simple mind, she was just a burden left behind after her parents' emotional breakdown.

However, she never expected that her father's farewell to her on that freezing snowy night would be their final farewell. What was even more unbelievable to her was that her father was planning to use the extreme method of self-immolation to exchange a generous insurance money for her, just so that she could live a worry-free life in the future.

How sad and lamentable! She had always been deceiving herself and imagining that her ruthless father had already married another woman and was enjoying a sweet and happy marriage life.

Unfortunately, the fact is just the opposite. If one of them had thought about themselves at that time, the ending might not have been like this.

The gardener turned around in the factory director's arms and rubbed him gently, which was the method she often used to act coquettishly to her father when she was a child.

The factory manager understood what he meant and lifted the gardener above his head, turned him around, and then gently placed him on the ground.

"dad........."

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"Is it worth it?" Violetta asked softly to Kreacher in the room with a complicated expression.

At this time, Kreacher was standing quietly by the window, gazing at the touching scene downstairs with concentration and affection. His figure seemed somewhat lonely and firm under the weak moonlight.

"No matter how many times you ask, my answer will never change. It's worth it." Kreacher slowly turned his head, his eyes revealing an unshakable determination.

Valletta sighed softly. She didn't really want to care too much about the right and wrong behind this matter, because the only thing she really cared about was......

"You should lie down and have a good rest." Violetta walked forward and patted Kreacher's shoulder gently, her tone full of concern.

Kreacher lay back on the bed obediently. He was aware of his current physical condition. If he didn't take it seriously, he might really die here.

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When the gardener heard the whole story, she was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. She stared at the front with her eyes wide open in disbelief, as if everything that happened before her was just an illusory dream.

She never thought that the birthday wish she had said casually would be taken so seriously by Mr. Pearson, and he would pay a huge price to help her realize it. When the gardener thought of this, his heart felt like it was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and the pain was unbearable.

You know, every step in this process is full of dangers and variables. Even if there is just a slight mistake, Mr. Pearson may lose his life.

The gardener felt horrified just thinking about the terrible consequences.

Not to mention other aspects for now, just the act of bravely breaking into the supervisor's territory requires tremendous courage!

What shocked the gardener even more was that Mr. Pearson actually...actually offered one of his eyes as a bargaining chip!

This act of sacrificing oneself for the benefit of others is truly shocking.

The more the gardener thought about it, the more she felt sad. Before she knew it, tears had blurred her vision. She began to sob uncontrollably, her body trembling slightly, as fragile and helpless as a flower swaying in the wind.

However, just as tears were about to burst out, the gardener suddenly remembered the promise he had made to Mr. Pearson - not to cry anymore.

So she quickly reached out her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes vigorously, trying to stop the tears that were about to roll down. Although she was still extremely sad, she still gritted her teeth and tried her best to control her emotions and not let the tears continue to flow.

Finally, after some hard work, the gardener succeeded in calming down his surging emotions. He took a deep breath and then asked Lydia carefully, "Excuse me, how has Kreacher been doing recently?"

Lydia frowned, a look of dissatisfaction and reproach on her face, and answered without hesitation and with a little resentment.

"Not at all! First of all, he was pushed down the stairs for no apparent reason by someone, and he almost lost his life! But that's not all, this stubborn guy actually ignored the doctor's advice and ran out without permission. He was obviously the innocent victim, but he still had to comfort the person who almost killed him regardless of his own safety."

After hearing this, the gardener already knew exactly who the "someone" Lydia was talking about was.

Lydia continued to narrate angrily: "Not only that, but he even rushed to the Supervisor and made a scene for that person. In the end, in order to fulfill that person's wish, he even paid a painful price - he lost an eye! Now, poor Kreacher is lying in bed with a high fever, in great pain."

Lydia's harsh words were like sharp thorns, piercing the gardener mercilessly. However, the poor gardener stood there, unable to find any words to refute. After all, all these disasters were caused by her!

After all, it was her fault that the kindhearted Mr. Pearson suffered physical pain and eventually fell ill in bed. But what was she like now? She was actually content and taking it for granted that Mr. Pearson had sacrificed himself to bring her family together and live a happy life.

If Lydia had not taken the initiative to tell her the truth for some reason, she would probably still be kept in the dark and know nothing about what happened behind the scenes.

Such a selfish woman without any conscience, even those hypocrites who pretend to be gentlemen on the surface may have much better conscience than her!

"I'm sorry...it's all because of me..." the gardener said in a crying voice.

But her appearance did not arouse Lydia's sympathy at all. "It's good that you know."

Seeing his daughter's pitiful appearance, the factory director really wanted to speak up to defend her, but all of this was caused by the two of them. Kreacher could have stayed out of it completely, and it was none of his business.

Others sacrificed themselves so that the father and daughter could recognize each other and be reunited. Can't they allow others to complain?

......................A few days later.......................

Kreacher's condition finally stabilized. Although he still had a low fever, it was not as serious as before.

This also means that he can finally sit up from the bed and meet others.

"Hi, Gardener, and Director, I'm glad you two are here together."

This also means that there is no longer any rift between them as father and daughter. After giving so much, he finally got a reward, and Kreacher was very happy.

Although Kreacher was filled with joy at the moment, in stark contrast, the gardener was worried.

It was the first time the gardener had seen Mr. Pearson so pale and weak.

He seemed to have lost all his vitality. His originally rosy face turned pale and his skin was tightly attached to his bones, as if it would fall off at any time.

Look at his bony hands again. The gardener can even clearly distinguish the outline of each bone.

And that one...

The gardener's eyes slowly moved to Mr. Pearson's left eye.

Once upon a time, there should have been a beautiful and deep blue eye there, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with charming light.

However, today, the eye no longer exists; it was handed over as a bargaining chip.

Now, all that remains is a dark, bottomless hole, like an unhealable wound, which is shocking.

"Ouch!" Kreacher saw that the gardener was staring at the position of his left eye and thought that she was scared by the hole, so he pretended to be a little surprised and covered his left eye with an exaggerated gesture, trying to make the gardener happy.

But the more he did this, the more the gardener wanted to cry.

Finally, Kreacher had no choice but to reach out and gently touch the gardener's head.

"Okay, okay, stop crying. Do you remember what you promised me?"

Of course the gardener remembered, so she could only try her best to hold back her tears.

"............." Kreacher just opened his mouth and wanted to continue to say something comforting, but...............

“Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!!!!!”

Kreacher suddenly started coughing violently. He was still too weak. This sudden illness almost consumed most of his vitality.

The gardener had no time to cry at this moment. She ran over and supported Kreacher who was about to fall off the bed.

Seeing that Kreacher kept coughing and couldn't stop, the gardener had to pat his back to help him calm down, while the factory director hurried out to find Lydia to come and take a look.