Capítulo 1694: Chapter 1694: I Have a Little Goldfish 60
A few days later, he discovered the reason for the anomaly.
—The little goldfish was ill.
Since he awoke, she grew weaker by the day.
Like a quickly withering flower, wilting and fading, eventually with breath as faint as a whisper, lying in his arms, her skin as pale as snow, almost transparent, her body so lightweight it seed as if it never existed…
Milton Bryce sat beside them, silently wiping away tears.
Aaron Ray stared blankly at her in his arms, feeling a sudden loss, as if his dream was shattered, suddenly like a child, not knowing what to do…
His hands trembled uncontrollably, and in a hoarse voice, he said, “Don’t die… I love you…”
She opened her eyes slightly, a faint smile on her face, “I won’t die, you said it yourself, I’m a fairy… Fairies don’t die…”
Milton Bryce couldn’t bear it any longer and burst into tears, “She has to save you! She used all the fish’s blood on you! Why didn’t I stop her?!!”
Milton Bryce cried regretfully.
Aaron Ray was dazed, and after a long while, he closed his eyes, hot tears streaming down his cheeks.
…
“And then what happened?” Gerald Graves asked Mr. Ghost Hayes, “Did Aaron Ray, after drinking the angel fish’s blood and coming back to life, seek revenge on that Du guy?”
Mr. Ghost Hayes shook his head, “No.”
“Then how did Aaron Ray beco wealthy?” Gerald Graves asked again.
“He turned over a new leaf,” Mr. Ghost Hayes said, “His health improved, his appetite returned, everything he did went smoothly, so of course, he made money.”
“He just got rich like that?” Gerald Graves looked disdainful, “I was eagerly waiting to hear about how he made his fortune, and you give a love story? What is this…”
Gerald Graves, frustrated, picked up the old mirror and left, unwilling to listen to Mr. Ghost Hayes’s rambling anymore.
Mr. Ghost Hayes watched him walk away, smiled, and then leisurely left the Graves Residence.
The sky was very blue, just like it seed yesterday, and the day before… Every day looked the sa, yet so much ti had passed.
Mr. Ghost Hayes recalled what happened afterward.
Later… the little goldfish turned back into a fish, barely the size of a palm, its scales tattered, and the two n who saw her cried sadly once more.
Later still, Aaron Ray raised the little goldfish using pure gold.
He insisted: since pure gold could heal humans, it should be able to heal her too.
But there was only a little bit in the bottle, and where could the rest of the pure gold be found?
During that ti, they were almost in despair.
Aaron Ray was not reconciled; since he couldn’t obtain pure gold, he hoarded a lot of gold bars, sparing no expense to forge a fish tank, placing her inside along with the pure gold. After a few days, they noticed the amount of pure gold seed to increase slightly, while the golden fish tank’s luster faded a bit.
The pure gold left by the little goldfish seed to absorb the pure gold from the gold.
This discovery gave the two n hope.
Aaron Ray mortgaged all his assets and bought gold in large quantities. But it was still not enough, not nearly enough, not by a long shot.
150 kilograms of gold yielded only a gram of pure gold.
Aaron Ray finally understood that to save the little goldfish, he needed a massive fortune, one that even soone like Harvey Howard might not be able to muster.
To make money, he left Clearwater and ventured overseas, creating his own underground auction house.
Thanks to his innate acun and insight into the auction industry, his business expanded, the goods at the auction house growing ever more peculiar and precious, offering items that others wouldn’t dare imagine. Because of its highly private nature, it beca known as: Under The Rose.
Compared to him, Milton Bryce’s side seed relatively small in scale.
But Milton Bryce kept earning his gold bars nonetheless.
It was like repaying a debt.
Everyone has their own debts.
If only they had stopped her earlier or taken less blood, maybe things wouldn’t be like this now. Milton Bryce felt this was his debt to repay.
As long as the supply of pure gold was insufficient, they couldn’t stop their pursuit of gold for even a day.
It was a debt, but also persistence.
…
Day after day, year after year, the amount of gold the man possessed reached unimaginable quantities.
But it was not enough.
Not enough, not nearly enough…
Before going to sleep, he habitually glanced at the vault that stretched endlessly and thought: It’s still too little.
He returned to his similarly luxurious bedroom, lay down on the pure gold bed, resting his head on a pillow embroidered with gold threads, and closed his eyes to sleep.
In the latter part of the night, the colder he beca, feeling as though he was soaked in water, a feeling that seed strangely familiar.
Faintly, he heard her voice: “This ti, I didn’t get it wrong…”
His heart pounded, trembling, he reached out and touched—
Just like the first night they t, the sheets and quilt were all wet.
In the darkness, he tightly embraced the woman, his voice hoarse, “I miss you so much…”
…
(The End)
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