Robert had been planning on moving his mother to the house at the side today.
But it hadn’t begun yet, and because he’d seen Harvey yesterday, he decided to take the letter to his mother.
Just as he was getting ready to go into the reading room with the letter, the butler had come over and told him that his mother was now sober.
So it was just the time for Robert to come in front of Maisie’s room with the letter his father had for her.
“If you’ve decided to be with that Lane woman, what are you still coming to see me for? After all, in your eyes, I’m not even a match for a hair on Georgia Lane’s head, so why bother with a lame, elderly woman like me? Let me die on my own!”
Maisie’s voice was full of resentment and pain, and Robert didn’t expect his mother to forgive him on the spot. If saying those things could allow her to take her temper out a little, that was good enough.
He took out the letter and walked in front of his mother.
“Yesterday, when I went to M Garden for a meal, I met the boss of the place, Harvey Moore. Mom, I don’t know if you’re aware of the relationship between Harvey and my father. He told me that Dad left us two letters, one for me, and one for you. I’d wanted to read the one Dad had left for me first, but the butler says you’re awake now, and I think you might want to see this.”
With that, Robert passed the opened envelope to his mother.
Maisie, who’d been simmering with a wrathful grudge to begin with, froze to the spot from the news.
Aidan had actually left her a letter. This man didn’t ask after her for over a dozen years, didn’t lavish a single care on his son and daughter, and didn’t even know his daughter was dead.
She hadn’t been willing to tell Aidan, either, just to see if this man would have asked after the two of them every year.
But several years after their daughter died, Aidan didn’t even come back.
At that moment, Maisie understood it all. The moment Aidan decided to leave the Simpson family, he’d abandoned them for good, so he wouldn’t be keeping up with information at all.
That man wouldn’t even have known their daughter was gone.
Her hatred burned deeper year after year, and just thinking of Aidan, the man she’d loved and hated throughout her life, Maisie’s heart bloated with bitterness.
So back then, when she’d been in danger and saw the bomb before her, all she wanted was to take revenge on this man, have him torn to shreds, dead before her.
As if it would relieve the bitterness and agony – but knowing that Aidan was dead in every rare moment Maisie was sober this year, it didn’t make her that happy.
She would rather have stayed deranged. And with his son’s incident, Maisie didn’t have a care in the world, and she thought she might as well have just lived out the rest of her life as a madwoman.
She’d thought that Aidan hadn’t had the slightest bit of pity or respect for her.
So, she hadn’t expected that a year after the man’s death, she’d receive a letter he’d penned for her.
Maisie’s hand trembled as she took the letter, her eyes reddening right away.
“Your father… still remembered to leave something for me. I thought that he felt like he didn’t need to tell us if he lived or died anymore. I’ve been married to him for ten years, and he left for a new love just like that. It’s possible he never loved me, and I was only someone who was arranged to marry him. I thought I’d always only been a tool in his eyes. But he still remembers that I exist.”
Maisie’s mood affected Robert, and he felt a twinge of sorrow.
He recognized the sadness, fury, and pain in his mother’s tone.
His father had really gone too far with her. Just one letter could make her this happy.
“Go. I want to read this letter alone.”
Maisie spoke to Robert.
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