Chapter 417
Daddy, Mommy had been in Prison
âMaisie, Iâm sorry.â
Seeing the first line, Maisie almost didnât have the courage to read on.
She set the letter aside, covered her mouth, and wept.
Robert could hear his motherâs sobs from outside. Not loud wailing, but muffled, quavering sobs.
In the end, his mother was still hung up over his father. If she could set him aside, maybe sheâd be happier later on.
Robert didnât want his mother to drown in the past.
After crying for an untold period of time, Maisie mustered the strength to read on.
Her eyes were immensely swollen, and her sobs from earlier had her body trembling.
But sheâd already taken up the letter before her, and continued to read.
âI once thought that weâd live respectfully together, or become a pair of grudgeful people in our middle years, with you living your own days, and me mine. I was busy with business every day, and you were busy raising our children. It was a mild, boring life to me.
âI married you because I found you elegant and proper, and would make a good wife. Before I met that woman, Iâd never loved anyone before. I never felt like Iâd feel anything for any woman in this life. To be honest, before meeting her, I didnât believe in love at first sight, so I felt like I could live the rest of my life with you.
âFrom since the time I grew up, Iâd planned my life well. I thought that after I retired as I planned at fifty and let my son take over the family business, Iâd travel the world as a drifter. But that was all my own imagination. I fell in love with that woman the moment I saw her, to the point of obsession.
âI know the things Iâve done are insane, and I know that doing this is letting you down and letting our son and daughter down. But Iâd never wanted to live the life I wanted before. Itâs the most selfish Iâve ever been in my life, and it resulted in you being hurt so badly. But I still left and decided never to come back, until Robert had his incident, and you had to find me anyway.
âYou see, thatâs how cold and selfish I am. If I had any pity or love or sympathy for you, I wouldnât have made that decision. That was how cold I was to begin with. Iâm not worth your entire lifeâs longing, or your entire lifeâs grudge, and Iâm not worth staying in the Simpsons for. Iâm planning on having someone give you this letter after my death. I think that if I said these things to you while I was alive, youâd only sneer at me, say I was looking for excuses, and mock me for being a hypocrite.
âBut if youâre reading this letter, I must have already departed this world. Iâm dead now. Go live your own life. Donât waste your hate and your emotions on me. In the end, the one person I feel like I should be the sorriest for is our daughter. I didnât know all that would have happened to her.
You see? The person Iâm sorriest for isnât even you, but I still felt like I should apologize to you.
âLive the life you want from now on.â
The letter ended there, at a screeching halt.
Maisie rolled her wheelchair over to the window-side.
She suddenly recalled the year theyâd gotten married, the manâs faint smile at her, and the vows theyâd spoken before the priest.
It was fake. It had all been fake.
It was only her being so invested like a fool, believing that if she worked hard enough, treated him well enough, heâd look back at her eventually.
But it had just been her own longing.
Robert waited outside for a long time, and didnât hear her sobs anymore, which worried him.
After a long while, the door opened, and Robert saw his mother wheeling herself outside.
âAre you all right, Mom?â
Robert asked concernedly, afraid his father had written something that could provoke his motherâs madness.
âIâve got something I want to ask you. Are you planning on being together with Georgia for the rest of your life?â
Robert nodded silently. If he said any more, she might have gotten even angrier.
Maisie scoffed.
âKnow what your father said to me in his letter? He wants me to live the life I want to live. Well, the life I want to live one where my son and Casey Allenâs daughter are completely separate, and never tangled together. Your father wouldnât want that, but heâs dead, so what can he do? He can panic from the other side.
âIâll ask you again. Your mother, or your wife. Me or Georgia. You can only choose one. If you choose Georgia, then thereâs no need for the two of us to see each other again. From now on, youâll no longer be my son!â
Even though heâd known that his mother would have made him choose, but Robert still hadnât expected his mother to make such a demand after seeing the letter.
âMom, you mind that Georgia and Casey are mother and daughter, but do you know that Casey had never raised Georgia, and theyâd been separated for over twenty years? For all this time, Casey never thought of Georgia, because sheâd forgotten everything, been lied to by my father, then lived for over twenty years under another identity. She only remembered those memories lost year.â
âAre you defending them?â
Maisie sneered.
âDonât change the subject. Your fatherâs right. Heâs selfish, and only wanted to live his life as he wanted. Now Iâm going to be like your father and live the life I want. If you leave Georgia, Iâll still recognize you as my son. If you donât, then I donât need you as a son. I donât need a son who hurts my heart.â
âIf you donât want me as a son, Mom, Iâll still care for you, protect you, and love you in my own way. No matter if you disown me by word, or by announcing it to the newspapers, or by no longer permitting you to see me, I can care for you in other ways. Youâre my father, and Iâll repay the debt I owe you in some other way.
âIf disowning me will make you feel better, then you can do you. But I wonât ignore you or leave you for it. No matter where you go, as your son, Iâll keep you safe, and keep your life free of worry.â
Robertâs words had Maisie so angry her fingers trembled.
âYouâre still determined to be with Georgia Lane over having me as a mother. How could I have had a son like you?â
âIâm not choosing to abandon you. Youâre choosing to abandon me. But I wonât distance myself from you for it. Iâll take care of you in other ways.â
âTake care of me? Being with Casey Allenâs daughter and pricking me where it hurts every day is supposed to be taking care of me?â
Maisie shrieked in rage. All she felt right now was that her son was being a shameless bastard, and her whole hand shook. In the moment, she couldnât think of any words to refute him with.
âMom, being with Georgia might hurt you a little, but youâre telling me to leave her; the woman I love the most. Have you thought of how hurt I would be to be separated from her? Youâre asking me to hurt myself. I canât do that.
âMaybe Iâm like my father, selfish and cold. You can think of me that way. But Iâll always take care of you. Iâll arrange it if you want to go have fun somewhere. Iâll switch your home out if you donât want to live her. Iâll stop having Georgia appear before you if you donât want to see her. Other than Daddy, Mommy had been in Prison ï¤Chapter 416 Maisie Reads the Letter The Unexpected Marriage ï¤Chapter 251 What's The Use Of You being separated from Georgia, Iâll try my best to satisfy you on everything else.â
âLaughable!â
Maisie scoffed, and wheeled her chair forward.
âButler, take me to the garden. I need some fresh air.â
She didnât seem to want to talk with Robert anymore. Maisie just wanted to be away from this son of hers.
She was afraid sheâd get an ulcer if she took another look at him.
Robert sighed and could only let the servants and the butlers take his mother to the mansion garden to bask in the sunlight.
It was winter, but the weather today was warm, and the winter sun was high in the sky.
It was quite cozy.
Meanwhile, Georgia had come to the meeting place with Astonâs parents.
It was a café close to the hospital. The décor was elegant, and it wasnât noisy.
It was almost half full with customers, but the people whoâd come here all liked it quiet.
Even if they spoke, they kept the volume low.
Georgia went in, told them who she was meeting, and the server brought her to a compartment.
Opening the door and going in, Georgia saw Astonâs mother Laurie, and his father Carr.
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