My Death Countdown (by Netulla) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

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The first snowfall in Switzerland did not arrive until early January.

Adrien stepped out of the airport and stared at the sparkling white covering the ground for a long time.

This was his third time coming to this country.

And it would be the last.

Once he collected Sylvia’s ashes, he would leave immediately, never to set foot here again.

He stood in the cold wind for a long time before finally lifting his feet and stepping into the snow.

He flagged down a car and gave the driver an address.

The driver in the front seat was a simple, honest–looking foreigner. When he heard Adrien wanted to go to Dignitas, a flash of shock appeared in his eyes.

“That’s a place for euthanasia. Are you sure? You’re so young, why would you have thoughts of ending your life?”

Adrien’s throat moved a few times, but he did not answer the driver’s question.

He knew the driver meant well, but he no longer had the strength to reply.

He could only lower his head and pretend not to understand.

The driver glanced back at him again, sighed, and finally started the car.

The distance on the navigation slowly shortened.

But Adrien’s heart grew tighter and tighter, like a sponge being squeezed and twisted, until it was crushed into powder and scattered everywhere.

It felt as if snow was falling in his heart too–bleak and cold, the chill biting into his bones.

When the car stopped, he handed over a wad of cash, waved his hand to refuse the driver’s attempt to give change, and opened the car door.

The receptionist came forward and asked if he had an appointment for any service.

He looked at the bright lobby and the advertisements placed all around, and suddenly felt a severe dizziness.

Seeing that he was about to faint, the receptionist quickly supported him and asked if he needed help.

He bent over, gasping for breath, and with trembling hands took a piece of candy from his pocket and put it in his

mouth.

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Chapter 14

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It was the candy the flight attendant had put in his pocket when he fainted at the airport, reminding him to eat on time.

But he couldn’t eat, couldn’t eat anything at all. Whenever food entered his mouth, all he could taste was rot.

And this piece of candy, he could only taste its bitterness.

After a long while, the darkness before his eyes slowly faded, and he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

“I’m here to find someone. My wife.”

He slowly uttered these words, then took out his phone and showed a photo.

In the photo, the girl was looking at the camera, smiling sweetly.

The receptionist stared at it for a long time before finally remembering–it was the girl who came on Christmas Day.

She showed a look of sudden realization, but a few seconds later, it was replaced by confusion.

“Your wife? But I remember she wrote ‘single‘ on her application form. Are you sure?”

Adrien was silent for a long time before taking out their marriage certificate from his bag.

The receptionist checked it for a long time before finally confirming his identity.

She supported Adrien, who was too weak to walk quickly, as they went upstairs, asking him some questions along the

way.

“As far as I know, your wife passed away on Christmas Day. She came alone that day. Why weren’t you with her?”

Her words were like a knife, stabbing Adrien’s barely healed wound and making it bleed again.

He didn’t know how to answer that question.

Should he tell her the truth, that as her husband, he knew nothing?

Or should he lie once more, in the place where Sylvia died?

Adrien could not answer, and could only remain silent.

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