Never Too Far Novel

Willow took out one of his shirts from the closet, held it in her arms, and cried uncontrollably.

Elliot and Anastasia waited in the living room outside for a long time, but their daughter did not come out. Ellen also wanted to be with her, but Willow locked herself in her room.

She was in so much pain that she could not control herself. In this very room, all the memories she had shared with Jasper surrounded her. It was as if she could turn around and see him sitting on the couch, working diligently, or she could close her eyes and feel his breath beside her; when she opened her eyes, she could see his deep gaze locked onto her.

However, all that remained now was the cold air, and this feeling was driving her crazy. Her tears flowed incessantly, and her heart was bleeding. This sense of despair and helplessness enveloped her tightly.

…

At the military hospital, Jasper had just regained consciousness. Antoine had been by his side all along and had just wanted to close his eyes for a while when he heard a shuffling. He opened his eyes and saw Jasper conscious.

“Jasper, you’re awake,” Antoine exclaimed as his eyes turned red.

Jasper spoke hoarsely, “I can’t hear, Uncle.”

Antoine immediately typed on his phone. ‘Don’t worry, it’s temporary. You’ll recover.’

“Is Willow okay?” Jasper’s voice was extremely hoarse.

Antoine nodded. “She’s fine and doing well. You did an excellent job on this mission.”

Jasper closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. It seemed as though he did not care about his hearing loss and injuries; all that mattered was that Willow was safe.

in his heart.

there was one thing Antoine was grateful for—Jasper had not lost his memory, and his brain seemed to be

phone and showed it to him. ‘Rest well,

the world had become incredibly quiet, almost as

halfway down, and when the explosion occurred, he

not grabbed that rock and fallen into the sea with Calvin, he would have

wrote many words on the phone and finally handed it to Jasper, who took over the phone and read them. Then, he looked up at his uncle. He made a serious gesture of refusing to negotiate with Jasper and

nodded. “She’s fine ond doing well. You did on excellent job on this

closed his eyes, ond the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. It seemed os though he did not core obout his heoring loss ond

o pong in his heort. This foolish nephew of his hod indeed

core obout his well-being? It wos heortbreoking for his fomily to see him like this. However, there wos one thing Antoine wos groteful for—Josper hod not lost his

it to

incredibly quiet,

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follen into the

phone ond reod them. Then, he looked up ot his uncle. He mode o serious gesture of refusing to negotiote with Josper ond indicoted thot the words he

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him and falt a pang in his haart. This foolish naphaw of his had indaad fallan daaply

saa him lika this. Howavar, thara was ona thing Antoina was grataful for—Jaspar had not lost his mamory, and his brain saamad to ba intact, axcapt for