Chapter 450: Chapter 450



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It seemed that only by embracing her warm body could I feel some tranquility.

His face rubbed back and forth against her belly through the thin fabric. He could clearly feel the warmth of her skin and the heartbeat of the tiny baby in her belly. At this moment, he was holding not one person, but two.

One was the woman he loved and the other was his son.

Was his life miserable?

His identity was kept hidden. His real mother stood before him and had held a grudge against him for over twenty years.

Twenty years was so long that he thought she was the bad woman who broke up his parents’ marriage.

However, at this moment he was fortunate. He had the woman he loved, he had lovely children and a normal family.

There was everything he wanted in his house, including his wife and children….

Dolores’ fingers rubbed his hair, “What’s wrong with you? Tell me. I want to share your burden. I am your wife.”

“I’m upset.” She closed her eyes, her face still rubbing back and forth against her belly, “Did it hurt when you gave birth to them?”

It did hurt. It hurt more and more when she had labor pains. To this day she could remember the excruciating pain she felt at the time.

But that was all in the past.

“That’s why you’re in a bad mood, huh?” Dolores lifted his chin and looked at him through the dim light, “So you should be nicer to me in the future?”

“Haven’t I been nice enough to you? I’m about to give you my life.” His hand slid downward…..

Dolores frowned and patted his hand.

Matthew chuckled lightly, “Go downstairs for dinner. I’ll be out later.”

“Aren’t you going to dinner?” she asked.

“I’m going out to dinner.”

Dolores kept feeling that he was hiding something from her. When she didn’t move, Matthew stood up, “Do you want me to take you down?”

“No, then I’ll come down.” Victoria and the children were downstairs. They would worry if she stayed upstairs too long.

Matthew pinched her nose, “Go.”

Dolores slowly went downstairs. Matthew sat alone for a while. When it was almost eight o’clock, he got up to change his clothes. As he undressed, the sound of the piano came from downstairs, and it was the famous song ‘Dream Wedding’.

It was the first time she had heard Dolores play the piano and she lost herself in it.

The sound of the piano was melodious and had an evocative rhythm. All the best times, brightest days and old times slowly emerged….

He walked down the stairs in his black suit. Two children sat on either side of Dolores. Although they didn’t necessarily understand the mood of this song, they were engrossed in it.

As the melody rose and fell, they gently bobbed their heads, completely oblivious to the man standing on the stairs.

Victoria sat on the couch, her eyes misty with tears.

She had heard this song before. Jolene had played it in the past.

She looked at Dolores and was entranced for a moment, as if she had gone back many years….

When the song ended, Dolores’ fingers stopped moving. It was as if she was in a bad mood. It was the applause of her two children and Victoria that brought her back to herself.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve played the piano. My fingers are stiff.”

Victoria wiped the corners of her eyes, smiled and said, “It’s okay. Your playing is great. I’m obsessed.”

“Yeah, it’s so good. Mom is so good.” Simona threw herself into Dolores’ arms.

Samuel had been studying the music book for a while and said seriously to Dolores, “Mommy, teach me how to play.”

Dolores said yes. She reached out and touched her son’s head. At that moment, she saw Matthew standing on the stairs and asked, “Are you coming out now?”

He softly replied, “Hmm, early to bed.”

With that, he headed for the door.

Simona ran up and asked, “Dad, when are you coming back?”.

He picked up his daughter and gave her a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back soon. Stay here for the night.”

It was not convenient for Dolores to go out now. These two boys could keep her company here.

“All right,” Simona agreed cheerfully. With Mom and Dad here, of course, she was willing to stay.

Matthew set his daughter down, “Goodbye.”

Dolores stood in the living room looking at him, “Come back soon.” He said yes. He walked out the door and drove to Hibiscus Garden.

When he arrived, he parked the car and went inside. The attendant approached him, “You must be Mr. Nelson. Mr. Harris is waiting for you inside.”

Matthew nodded slightly and motioned for him to lead the way.

A pink hibiscus was planted in the box, in the middle of a pond. The clear spring ran over the colorful cobblestones, which were elegant and exquisite.

Matthew walked in, rounded the center hibiscus and saw Jeffery in the pavilion, sitting at the tea table. Then he walked toward him.

Jeffery heard the footsteps and knew who was there without turning around, “Sure, you’re the one who understands me.” Sean thought he had gotten away with it.

If he hadn’t let him know on purpose, Sean wouldn’t have been able to open his computer.

Matthew sat quietly across from him.

“I’m very old.” He didn’t look well. He had never let go of the obsession in his heart.

This obsession had long taken root in his heart.

He couldn’t lose his sister’s only son.

He pushed a file folder in front of Matthew: “The police will announce the outcome of this case tomorrow. It was Sampson who escaped from jail by himself and was shot by the police, and Dolores had nothing to do with it. Here are all the materials from the beginning. Destroy this and there won’t be a trace left.”

Matthew didn’t pick up the file folder and just looked at him expressionlessly.

This change seemed to come suddenly.

Jeffery sighed, “I know that, if it did, you and I wouldn’t have this opportunity to sit down together again. After all, she has given birth to two children for you. If it were me, I would also try to protect my children and my wife.” Matthew listened quietly and did not respond.

“Jolene was very pretty and attractive as a child. I only have one sister, so I love her naturally. Our parents had a good relationship, she and I were also very close. Maybe because of the family atmosphere, I always valued family ties above any other feelings.

I was just a few years old when Jolene was born. My father told me that she was my sister and that I had to love her and take care of her because we had the same blood in our bodies, we had the same mother and we were the closest people in this world for as long as I could remember.

I kept her words in mind. And I really did.”

As she spoke, she looked at Matthew: “It was really hard for me to accept that she died at such a young age. Her death affected me a lot. I really wanted to drill a hole in your father’s head to see what was inside. Why didn’t he appreciate her and take good care of her? He was so young…”

Jeffery was sad and looked worn out.

Matthew slowly raised his head, looked at him and finally said nothing.

Because he wasn’t sure of the details of the matter. He could only wait to hear back from the people who had gone to investigate it.

What role did Jolene, the person he always thought was his mother, play in this past event? Why didn’t even Jeffery know anything about it?

“I know we can’t go back to the old ways. But I hope you can forgive me. I still can’t forget Jolene’s death. I’m afraid it will be my obsession for the rest of my life.”

He stood up. Although he wasn’t as well as he used to be, he stood erect.

“I’m curious if you came up with this idea yourself or if someone gave it to you in the first place.”

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