My Death Countdown (by Netulla) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

After landing in New York, the first thing Adrien did was turn on his phone, only to see dozens of missed calls and hundreds of unread messages from his mother.

Staring at the dense cluster of red notifications, his heart tightened instantly. He was about to call back and ask what was going on when he looked up and saw his mother waiting at the arrival gate.

She looked as if she hadn’t slept all night, her whole appearance haggard, her gaze filled with panic and helplessness.

“Adrien! Syl isn’t home, where could she have gone? Don’t you know?”

Hearing these words, all the mental preparation Adrien had done on the plane instantly collapsed.

He didn’t even bother to grab his luggage, rushing out of the arrival gate like a madman, his eyes full of disbelief.

“Not home? That’s impossible!”

Hearing Adrien’s tone, his mother, Davina Farrell, realized something serious had happened and hurriedly voiced all the doubts she’d been keeping in her heart.

“I went to the house and didn’t see Syl. I searched every corner several times and found that all her things were gone. There wasn’t a single piece of clothing left in the closet, and all those little trinkets and snacks she used to buy were gone too. Did you two have a fight?”

The memories Adrien had unconsciously ignored slowly resurfaced with these questions.

He remembered that before going to the cemetery, Sylvia had been cleaning out her things…

She would throw away a small portion every day. He noticed, but didn’t think much of it, his mind entirely preoccu- pied with the trip he had planned with Kiersten for the following month.

So what she was throwing away wasn’t just useless stuff as she claimed, but all of her belongings?

Had she been planning to leave him all along?

Realizing this, Adrien froze in place, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice–cold abyss.

Suddenly, the look she gave him before leaving flashed through his mind again.

This time, he finally understood what that fleeting sense of wrongness had been.

When they parted, he left decisively. Sylvia didn’t ask where he was going, nor did she try to stop him.

And the emotion in her eyes, rather than calm, was more like indifference.

Yes, indifference–the kind of indifference one shows to a stranger, detached and unconcerned.

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Chapter 8

Why would such a look appear in Sylvia’s eyes?

It was the first time he realized this question.

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On the way home, Adrien desperately tried to recall everything that had happened recently, searching for the moment when Sylvia began to look at him with such eyes.

At the cemetery, he had left her alone in the rain, and her eyes were utterly empty.

During those days at home, she deliberately avoided his attempts to be kind, always keeping her head down in si- lence.

On the day of the fire at the mall, he had embraced Kiersten, while Sylvia lay on the ground, covered in wounds, looking at him with a calm and distant gaze, as if she had expected it all along.

Going further back, his memories grew increasingly blurred, and he could hardly recall the details of their interac-

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