As noon approached, Betty glanced at the ti, preparing to head out and make lunch for Michael.
As she opened the door and stepped out, she caught Michael devouring the breakfast she had made, his mouth stuffed full.
It seed he was just now eating his morning al.
The young man was growing, clearly famished.
"Mom..." Michael, his mouth brimming with food, mumbled as he saw Betty and hurried over to her.
But as he tried to embrace her, Betty dodged away.
Without a word, Betty prepared lunch and set it on the table.
After visiting the restroom, she returned to her bedroom, not speaking to Michael throughout.
Although she was cold towards him face-to-face, once back in her room, a pang of heartache struck her.
The months of emotional connection with Michael were unforgettable.
She truly considered Michael her own child.
Seeing him wolf down his food earlier and hearing his plaintive cries outside, Betty eventually had to block her ears, unwilling to let those weakening words seep in.
It was Saturday, and Betty, as usual, made dinner for Michael.
However, Michael didn't eat his lunch or dinner and locked himself in his bedroom instead.
The day passed, and by ten in the evening, Betty rose from her bed and picked up her phone.
She hadn't slept all day, effectively awake for 24 hours, her mind racing, especially after hearing Michael's cries.
The uncertainty and struggle were evident on her face.
It seed Michael's actions today had impacted her.
Was Betty wavering?
Was she about to call to confess everything?
"Honey, if your phone is off, then when you return, I'll confess everything to you.
If the upcoming call goes through, and we can connect, I won't confess everything... I'll leave it to fate," Betty murmured to herself before dialing the number.
It appeared that Michael's desperate pleas had indeed shaken her.
Betty was contemplating whether to confess to .
If I were in Betty's shoes, I too would be torn.
If she doesn't confess, everything could be as if nothing ever happened.
I would remain oblivious, like an idiot, unaware of everything, with life at ho continuing as usual.
If Betty confesses to , I might despise her, possibly creating a rift between us, and she might even act irrationally.
There's a significant chance that our family could fall apart.
After much deliberation, Betty seed to decide to leave everything to fate.
Although she knew the likelihood of my phone being on during my business trip was slim, she increased the chances of confessing and reduced the chances of hiding the truth.
This indirectly showed that Betty preferred to be open with , unwilling to keep in the dark, regardless of the consequences.
After all, the chances of my phone being off were high, which correspondingly ant a greater likelihood of her confessing everything.
"I understand, I can't let go of your love, too familiar with your care, inseparable, wondering if missing you is a comfort or a sorrow."
Before Betty could make the call, her phone unexpectedly rang.
Betty's ringtone was Karen Mok's "Suddenly," the song I sang when I proposed to her.
She had always used this song as her ringtone.
Betty was stunned.
At this critical mont, her phone rang, and seeing the caller ID filled her with disbelief—it was from .
Holding the phone, Betty repeatedly checked the screen.
For the past several weeks, she had called every night, only to find my phone off or out of the service area.
And now, after deciding to leave it to fate, this happened.
"Hello... honey," Betty inadvertently pressed the answer button while checking the screen, and my voice ca through.
Betty quickly pressed the phone to her ear to talk to .
I rember her voice was somber, and she started crying after a few words.
At the ti, I thought Betty was just overly missing or perhaps too worried about , given the high risks of my business trip.
Although I considered so possibilities, my trust in Betty pushed those thoughts away.
Betty filled the call with her longing and worries for but didn't ntion anything about her and Michael.
When I asked about Michael over the phone, Betty just made so normal remarks.
At that ti, I was seizing the opportunity to escape from a dangerous situation and gather covert footage.
I had only half an hour to open the safe and turn on my phone to make this call to Betty.
Without watching the video, I wouldn't have known that this call hid so many secrets.
Reflecting on that call, it's been too long, and I've nearly forgotten everything.
Perhaps I was overwheld by my longing for Betty or moved by her crying, so I didn't notice anything unusual.
During that call, my heart was filled with emotion.
Being isolated in a dark place all day, I felt like Robinson Crusoe, desperately lonely, wishing I could talk to a volleyball as a friend like he did.
So, for various reasons that day, I missed any subtle hints, but now, thinking back, Betty seed excessively sad.
After hanging up, Betty put down the phone and started crying again, but it was as if she was both crying and laughing.
At that mont, Betty wanted to cry and laugh, laughing until tears ca, laughing painfully.
She decided to let fate decide everything, and just as the phone connected, my call ca through at such a critical mont.
Was it fate telling her to hide everything from ?
Such a coincidence, a huge coincidence, was it really arranged by fate?
Betty was very reluctant.
Although she didn't want to know everything, fate had made the choice for her to hide it all.
But when she thought about her husband risking his life outside while she had done sothing regrettable, and then having to keep it from her husband, making him an oblivious fool, Betty felt imnse pain.
That's why she had such a complex emotion of laughing while crying...
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