When Leslie Howard received the news that Sheila Fletcher had poisoned herself to death in front of George Howard’s grave.
She was having dinner with David Redington and Xavier Wallace.
On the other end of the line, the police’s voice ca through. Leslie Howard’s expression paused for a mont, and then, without even realizing it herself, tears began to fall uncontrollably from her eyes.
"I’m David Redington. My wife can’t answer the phone right now..." David Redington stepped forward and took the cell phone from Leslie Howard’s hand, answered the call with one hand, and with the other arm wrapped the dazed woman still sitting on the chair into his embrace.
He stood right next to Leslie Howard, soothingly rubbed her head with his large palm, pressing her tear-streaked face into his chest.
On the other end of the line, the police were still saying sothing indistinctly, but Leslie Howard could no longer hear anything.
She couldn’t understand, couldn’t imagine, one day her mother would actually poison herself to death in front of father’s grave.
You know... Ever since mother t Bruce Wallace, she never visited that cetery.
She once said, such places are so remote, practically in the countryside, she wouldn’t bother to go.
Leslie Howard was very puzzled at the ti and thought Sheila Fletcher had changed a lot, just after eting Bruce Wallace, she beca such a woman.
However...
Who would have thought, after so many years?
In the situation where the Wallace family had completely fallen and Bruce Wallace was imprisoned, Sheila Fletcher would actually commit suicide.
Others didn’t know, but Leslie Howard knew, even if the Wallace family went bankrupt, Sheila Fletcher wouldn’t be destitute.
All these unanswered questions and disallowance circulated in Leslie Howard’s mind, and most importantly, the inexplicable sting stirring in her heart.
She thought she had long lost feelings for Sheila Fletcher.
But when the bad news struck, she realized, the chaos in her mind wasn’t about Sheila Fletcher’s favoritism and sches over the years, but rather the warmth of their family of three together in the past, the upheaval between mother and daughter after father’s sudden death, burdened by huge debts and relying only on each other...
"Thank you all, I will send a lawyer over." At this mont, David Redington ended the call.
He hung up the phone, looked down at his wife, whose face was buried entirely into his abdon, knowing she must be feeling terrible inside.
"Xavier." David Redington glanced calmly at Xavier Wallace, who still didn’t understand anything and was sitting foolishly beside him.
"Sister isn’t feeling well, I’ll take her back to the room... You stay here and finish your dinner obediently."
"Mm, Xavier will be good." The little boy nodded heavily, listening obediently to his brother-in-law.
David Redington encouraged with a nod, then bent down to pick up Leslie Howard who was still buried in his embrace.
With Xavier Wallace there, those matters were inconvenient to discuss in front of the children, even if Leslie Howard was emotionally unstable now, she seed to know how to control herself, not showing excessive sadness in front of Xavier.
When David Redington carried Leslie Howard back to the room and closed the door at that mont.
The woman, who had been quietly and restrainedly nestled in his embrace, suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore and hugged his neck, trembling.
"Wuwuwu..." She bit her lower lip, finally able to make the suppressed crying sound.
"I didn’t expect, she would leave like this... Why would she do this... She hasn’t wanted to visit for so many years... Wu..."
It had been a long ti since she cried like this.
Ever since becoming tough, ever since being cherished by David Redington, Leslie Howard hadn’t felt such sorrow for a long ti.
But at this mont, she only wanted to cry, to weep bitterly.
That woman who relied on each other with her, yet always caused her heartache, actually just left like that.
Why leave so quickly.
Why...
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