Joan took the teapot and poured two cups of tea. He put one cup of tea in front of Stanford and took a sip of tea from the other one in his hand. When he put down the cup, he spoke, "When I was eight, my grandpa gave me a simulated pistol. I liked it very much. It became my favourite toy, but later I accidentally lost it and couldn't find it. Until one day, I saw another child holding it and taking it as his favourite toy too. From that moment onwards, I knew I’ve lost it, and it would never come back. Knowing it won’t come back anymore, I learned to let go."
He looked up at Stanford. "Do you think I should ask the child to give it back or let it go?"
Stanford looked indifferent. "If it were me, I would be more willing to ask the guy who does it prefer."
"But I think since I’ve lost it, I’m no longer eligible to have it. What do you think?"
Joan leaned over. "Why did I lose it? It's because I couldn't protect it, so it left me."
"Then how can you be sure that the person who found it won't lose it?" Stanford looked at him. "Mr. Morton, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"How long did you own that gun?"
"I had it from eight to twelve, so it’s four years."
"Four years? If the gun has a soul and feelings, how long do you think it will take for it to forget its former owner when it’s with the new owner?" Stanford looked at Joan. "Do you know how many years I have known my ex-wife?"
Before Joan asked, he said, "I was nine the first time I saw her."
He didn't forget the kind little girl he had met once.
Joan fell into silence.
Stanford had never been deferential to anyone. He had never begged anyone no matter when. At that moment, he only wanted to say to Joan, "I don't know what kind of family you live in, Mr. Morton, but I want to tell you that she had taught me to love. You might not understand what it's like."
Joan didn't keep silent anymore and he spoke, "But you hurt her."
"That’s why I want to make up for it."
"But have you ever wondered if that's what she wants?" Joan stood up. "She will stay here until her brother gets married. During this time, if she still loves you or you can win her heart back, I will send her blessings, but if she still hasn't come back to you during this time, I will try my best to win her heart."
Joan then left.
Yet Stanford didn't move.
Meanwhile, Amanda had returned home. Everyone was still awake and they were in the living room.
"Why are you so late?" Theresa looked at her and asked.
"Amanda went to see a friend," before Amanda spoke, Bonnie said.
Amanda came over with a smile. "Why haven't you guys slept yet?"
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