"Johny, you murderer! Stop making up lies to deceive me! I won't believe you! Get out! Get out!"
Ceres pointed at the door furiously.
"Ceres, I know it's hard for you to accept it, but it's the truth!" Johny stood up. He didn't know how to explain. After all, George was already dead."
"Bullshit! My father is already dead. You can make up everything as you want! Of course, I won't believe you. Get out now!"
Ceres's eyes turned scarlet because of rage.
"Why don't you believe me? I haven't finished my words!"
Ceres said with a bitter smile, "You tell me why I don't believe you. I always believed you, but what did you do? There's nothing more between us. I'll call the police if you don't go!"
Johny looked at Ceres and knew that no matter what he said, she would not believe him.
He slowly walked to the door and saw Ceres standing there like a statue. She did not even want to look at him.
"Ceres, I know it's hard for you to accept it, but the truth is the truth. You can't escape."
Johny said as he walked out the door.
He stood outside, raising his head to look up at the endless sky.
Suddenly, he came to a realization.
To Ceres, George was her world, her life, and her natural faith.
There was no doubt that all he was telling her now had caused her world to fall, her life to end, her faith to vanish, and now she had nothing to live on.
So this matter needed to be considered carefully.
Ceres slowly squatted down, hugged herself, and cried.
She had been running away from this truth for more than three years, pretending she didn't know anything, pretending her father was still in prison, but she couldn't, and the facts were the facts.
Johny was right, she had no way to escape this fact.
She had thought a lot. She has almost accepted the fact that her father was a killer. She could probably guess why her father was in prison. A killer hiding in prison could avoid all enemies. He wanted to live.
Perhaps, one only lived for one's own.
She regretted. She hated herself.
She regretted that she entangled herself with Johny. If she hadn't fallen in love with him and hadn't asked him to help her father clear his name, then everything would have gone according to her father's plan. Perhaps there would be a day when they would reunite.
Johny was the murderer, so was she not?
Ceres looked up and saw Swedum standing at the top of the stairs looking at her. She wiped tears from her face. "Swedum, are you hungry? I'll get some food for you."
Swedum walked over and held up Ceres's face, wiping away the tears. "Mommy, if you want to cry, just cry. My shoulders are here for you."
Hearing her son's words, Ceres only felt a burst of sorrow.
"But my shoulders are small now, and when I grow up, you may depend on me!"
Ceres held Swedum in her arms.
Fortunately, she still had her son.
Her world had yet to completely collapse.
Ceres sniffed and grabbed Swedum by the shoulders, revealing a smile.
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