The Plane Crashed

"Eric, so this is where you are!"

 

A rugged off-road vehicle screeched to a halt by the roadside, and a man jumped out, shoving another man—who could barely walk—out of the car.

 

John groaned internally.

 

James, again?

 

Why was this shameless old man stirring up trouble now?

 

Eric had finally stabilized over the past few days, and now James had to show up and drag him back to the past, making him relive Victoria's death all over again?

 

Eric's gaze instantly turned cold and sharp.

 

He stared at James, who had been shoved forward, with a sneer on his lips. Though the hatred in his eyes had faded, the sight still made John rush to his side instinctively.

 

"Eric, I know I made a terrible mistake all those years ago! A mistake I can never make up for… It is my lifelong regret. I'm sorry!"

 

Eric simply looked at James with an icy stare, as if he were a stranger.