The car stopped at the villa. He pushed the door and got out. Seanâs car also stopped at that moment. He pushed the door quickly and got out to catch up with Matthew.
âBrotherâ¦â
Matthew had always taken care of him and always called him brother. While it might not suit him to call Matthew brother now because of his current identity, the habits and feelings over the years hadnât changed.
Matthew stopped his steps for a moment. He turned around and saw Sean running in a hurry.
âIâve been waiting at the company for a while. My mother called me and asked me to come back, so I decided on my own to come meet you. I know what you want to ask.â Sean handed him a letter, âYouâll understand after you read it.â
Matthewâs face was as deep as water, neither joy nor anger was visible. Even without reading it, he could guess what was written on the letter. He reached out and took it. He did not unfold it to read the contents immediately, but looked at Sean, âIn the future, donât come again.â
After saying that, he continued pacing his steps.
âWhy?â
After reading the letter, Sean knew that Victoria was his birth mother, but he did not know that Victoriaâs death had been caused by Jeffrey.
In his opinion, Doloresâ identity was a happy ending for everyone, since Jeffrey wouldnât think of a way to separate them. He thought this was a good thing.
Matthew did not explain. Jeffreyâs guilt had nothing to do with Sean. He didnât want to be angry with him, but he didnât want anything to do with him either. His expression and tone were very light, âPlease leave.â
âBrother.â
Sean wanted to reach out to him and ask for clarification, but Matthew walked to the door and ordered the bodyguard guarding the villa, âI donât want anyone to come in and disturb.â
After saying that, he entered the house. Sean, who came behind him, was stopped by the bodyguards at the door. He shouted to Matthew, âIsnât it good that we know Doloresâ identity? My father wonât separate you two, will he? Why are you and Dolores so intent on making a clear distinction? Before this, my father was ridiculous and did a lot of bad things. However, he knows he is wrong and has suffered much. Heâs gotten what he deserved â Dolores doesnât care that heâs her father?â
Matthew didnât hesitate to stop his steps. He did not answer her question. He closed the door immediately and isolated his view. His eyes were bloodshot and he was anxious to go inside and ask for clarification. He tried to separate himself from the bodyguards, âStep aside, Iâll go in and talk to him.â
âIâm sorry, you canât come in.â The attitude of the bodyguards was clear. They would not let him in. Without Matthewâs order, they wouldnât let him in.
Sean stamped his foot in anger. However, he himself could get in, so he could only get out first.
Inside the house, when Coral saw Matthew, she was not calm. She looked at him, âMadam said you invited her to dinner, why are you coming back, where are they?â
After hearing Jessicaâs words, she could guess why Dolores was behaving so strangely. It could be because she was planning to leave earlier.
Her face was cold, her eyes heavy, vaguely revealing a tinge of helplessness and distress, her tone was light, âWhen did you leave?â
Coral glanced at the clock on the wall and replied, âTwo or three hours ago.â
âOkay.â After saying that, he went upstairs. Coral wanted to ask him where Dolores and the children had gone, but seeing that Matthew was not in a good mood, she dared not ask.
She retreated quietly.
On the second floor, Matthew pushed open the bedroom door. The room was the same as when he left in the morning, nothing had moved. He walked in slowly. He didnât take his things. He only took the two children. The only change was that there was a bouquet of flowers on the table in front of the window.
He stood in front of the window and unfolded the letter Sean gave him. After hearing Jessicaâs words, he was not thrilled when he set out to read the contents of the letter.
However, when he saw thatâ¦
âBrother, I still have something else to tell you. I am pregnant. Itâs Stanleyâs baby. Iâve had a checkup. The baby is a girl. I had told Jayden that I want her to marry Matthew. Again, Iâm selfish because I want my daughter to make up for what I owe the Nelson Family.â
Her gaze lingered on the last line of the passage for a long time.
Buzzâ
The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He pulled it out. The caller ID showed âdaughter-in-lawâ, which was the name he had set up specifically for Dolores.
It was a notification to let him know that a text message had arrived.
He paused his movement slightly as he looked at the screen, then tapped it quickly.
âBy the time you see this text message, I think you will have heard everything. I wanted to tell you face to face, but then I realized I didnât have the courage to face you.
I used to think I was a very strong person, but in this case, I was shy, I was weak, I was afraid, I was conflicted, and I didnât dare to face you.
Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, please forgive me for taking Samuel and Simona. I had thought of letting them stay with you, but I realized I needed them more. My heart doesnât break when I look at them.
If I could choose, I wish I could be born into a normal family and give you many children to live a normal life, but I canât choose. There is no choice in this world.
The day of the car accident, when danger came, Mom defied the odds and stood in front of me, blocking all danger, just to keep me and our son safe. Iâve always had a dream, Iâve dreamed that she was on top of me and said, âDolores, please help me take care of him and his childrenâ. Iâm sorry I have to go back on my word as I canât be with you now. The only thing I can do is to take care of our children.
Matthew, do what you want, donât be sorry, thatâs not what I want to see.
Donât look for me, donât make me feel sorry for you. I hope time will erase it all. Iâm looking forward to an unforeseen moment, that you and I will meet unexpectedly somewhere and you will look at me, I will look at you and we will embrace each other without distractions.
I used to think that so-called love was far away from me, but at this moment I realize that I love you very much. Even though I just left, I miss you like crazy already. Mathew, I love you. I love you so much.
Letâs wait for the next time we meet, you are Matthew, I am Dolores, you are you, I am me, not because of anyone, not because of anything, just you and me.
The last thing I want to ask you is if youâll miss me.â
He lowered his head and his eyes. He fell silent. His spine, originally erect, was now bent from the immense pain. His fingertips trembled slightly and he was anxious to dial the number.
Dolores, who was sitting in the car and had already left B-town, was about to turn off her phone and throw away the card. At that moment, she received a call. She looked at the screen of her phone. Her heart was as if imprisoned by invisible iron claws, tightly clamped. She felt suffocated and aching until she couldnât breathe.
She stared blankly for a long time, but picked it up at the last moment, just as she was about to disconnect. They both knew well who was on the other side, but no one spoke.
â¦
After a long while, a hoarse and very suppressed voice came from the other side: âIâll miss you.â
Dolores leaned against the car window and bit her lips. Reluctance and sadness filled her forehead. Her eyes were blurry and she felt sad. Her tears came out immediately and flowed into her mouth. She was salty. She closed her mouth slightly and could no longer control herself. She let the tears continue to flow out and cried out in pain.
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