He was a man who always preferred silence, even on his birthday, and would not ask people to co.
When she was over here, they spent their birthdays together every year.
"Well, my son, who was staying here, spent his birthday with here yesterday and went back this
morning." Regan added.
His son, the father of her husband.
She had never seen this man before either.
"Madeline? What’s on your mind?" Regan’s eyes held a touch of inquiry.
Madeline imdiately snapped back, "Nothing ..."
"Wait, I’ll go and boil the dicine for you, then we’ll eat, and we’ll have a good chat afterwards." With
that, Regan imdiately stood up, looking jubilant.
Madeline imdiately got up and took his hand, "Don’t work, I’m fine, let’s just eat."
Instead, he simply pushed her hand away and quickly walked towards the kitchen, saying as he did so,
"Stay there and don’t follow or I’ll get angry."
Madeline let out a long, helpless sigh before sitting down.
As she watched his back, her heart grew more and more uncomfortable.
He was so good to her, how would he react if she confessed everything to him? He would be very
angry, wouldn’t he?
...
After accompanying him to lunch, she was helped into his room and then forced to rest.
He kept on bugging for many, many hours before leaving the room.
As she lay in the familiar room, Madeline’s heart was filled with mixed feelings.
She was tired and sleepy.
But when she closed her eyes, she can’t sleep at all, her mind was in turmoil and it was unbearable.
She had been tossing and turning in bed for a long ti before she fell asleep.
Perhaps because she had co to a familiar environnt in the past, the dreams she had were all
related to those past years.
In her dream, she experienced her previous experiences of healing herself and studying dicine all
over again.
It was like a replay of the past.
Snapping open his eyes, she found out that it was already evening.
The mory of the long dream she had was extraordinarily heavy on her mind.
It was at this ti that a knock sounded on the door.
Madeline sat up slowly and thodically and looked at the door and said, "Co in ..."
Soon, Regan pushed the door open.
With a ruby-studded gold-rimd walking stick in his hand, he made his way to Madeline’s side and sat
down, "How does your body feel now? Are you feeling better after taking my dicine?"
Madeline nodded, "Well, it’s much more comfortable."
"Then get ready and go down to dinner." Regan added.
Madeline nodded again.
"Madeline, is sothing wrong with you? I see that you have a sad frown." Regan had a concerned look
on his face, "Did soone bully you? Who is it? Tell , and I will go and skin that person."
The more he did the sa, the harder it beca for Madeline.
The next mont, her nostrils went sour and her eyes reddened involuntarily.
"What is going on? Tell ...," Regan continued to press, flustered.
Madeline shook her head, "It’s fine."
l
It was his birthday and she didn’t want to give him a hard ti.
There are so things that are better said tomorrow.
But Regan insisted, "No, you must have sothing, I know you very well. Are you afraid of giving a
hard ti because today is my birthday, you don’t want to say it? Hurry up and say it, you’re only giving
a hard ti if you don’t say it."
Madeline, however, continued to shake her head and tried to play it cool, "It’s really nothing, I just haven’t
seen you in a long ti and I’m excited to see you."
"Liar, tell the truth!" Regan ordered, and his face went serious, "Is it your sister bully you again? Or
soone else?"
"No, really, Grandpa, you’re really overthinking it."
"What’s wrong then? You must have sothing on your mind, and if you don’t tell today, I won’t
eat."
"Grandpa ...," said Madeline with a helpless look on her face.
She really didn’t want to talk about it today.
Who doesn’t want to have a good ti on their birthday?
"Hurry up and say it."
"Grandpa, I’m sorry." Madeline lowered her eyes and said carefully, word by word, many words that
ca to her lips, but she did not know how to say them.
She really didn’t want to say sothing like that on this day.
But she also knew she had to say it, she knew well her grandfather’s temperant, he liked to get to
the bottom of things.
Today, if she did not give an honest account, he would not let her go.
"What have you done sorry to ?" Regan’s eyes were full of question.
"I seem to have to break my appointnt ...," said Madeline, lowering her head.
Regan was confused, "Break your appointnt?"
Madeline nodded, only feeling as if sothing was blocking her chest, it was unbearable, "I ... I have to
divorce your grandson, there is no way I can continue to keep that three year contract we had, I’m
really sorry."
She continued to keep her head down, all but afraid to look up into his eyes and touch his gaze.
"Originally I had really thought about keeping our agreent firmly in place, thinking that no matter
what, we couldn’t get a divorce."
"But I couldn’t control my heart and fell in love with soone."
"So, I want an early divorce, I’m really sorry for you, I’m sorry ..."
"These are words that I have decided after much thought, and I’m really sorry, I’m sorry."
As the words fell, Madeline’s head hung even lower, her heart telling of inexhaustible timidity, like a
needle on a needle.
She still didn’t have the courage to touch his eyes, she was afraid of seeing his disappointnt and
anger and then wanting to die with even more guilt.
She thought how angry and sad her grandfather must be right now.
At first, she promised him in faith that she would keep her promise, but she can’t keep it anymore.
She felt like she was on death row for a heinous cri and couldn’t hold her head up at all.
At these words, Regan’s expression gradually beca gentle, and the corners of his mouth curved up
into a shallow arc, "Silly child, you can do sothing like co to personally to ntion breaking
the contract for this man, it seems that you really love him."
Madeline nodded, "Yes, Grandpa, I am really sorry, I’m sorry, don’t be angry."
Regan, however, hooked his lips again.
"If you knew I would be angry, why did you co clean? In fact, you could have left it out, and anyway,
you and I have an agreent that expires in a few months, so at that point, wouldn’t it be better to get
divorce and live with that man?"
"I don’t want to cheat on you." Madeline lowered her eyes and continued to give a serious account,
constantly picking at her thumb, still not daring to look up. Her head seed to be filled with lead and
her face was hot and uncomfortable, "Since you are ntally cheating, you should get a divorce."
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