He couldn’t help but let out a low sigh, feeling the heavy weight on his chest slightly lighten.
"Have you had dinner yet?" Mabel Quinn closed the book in her hand and stood up, saying, "I was afraid you hadn’t eaten, so I left so dishes for you. They’re still warm."
"Alright, I’ll have so," he replied, even though he wasn’t particularly hungry. But knowing it was the al she had saved for him, he felt an inexplicable urge to eat.
"Wait a mont," she said, walking into the kitchen and then bringing out the still-warm dishes and rice to the table.
He ate the al bit by bit, slowly and not consuming much.
"Kyle, do you have sothing on your mind?" Mabel suddenly asked.
His chopsticks paused suddenly as he looked up at her, "Do you think I have sothing on my mind?"
"You seem to be carrying a heavy burden," she replied. "If you really have sothing troubling you, you can tell . Though I... um, may not be able to help you solve it, perhaps by talking about it, you’ll feel a bit better."
His eyelashes trembled slightly—should he speak out? But if she knew that the person he now had to deal with was her good friend’s father, how would she react?
"Kyle, I hope you can truly relax and be yourself in front of , without pretending or hiding anything. Whether it’s good or bad, I’m willing to share and bear it with you," Mabel said.
His eyelids lowered gently, and he continued to eat until he finished all the food in the bowl before speaking again, "Today, I t an old acquaintance of my parents, which brought back so unpleasant mories."
"An old acquaintance—is it your parents’ friend?" Mabel paused for a mont.
"It should be my mother’s friend," he replied. "Seeing that person reminded of my parents’ issues, how much misunderstanding and missed chances there were between them."
She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. So she stood up, walked to his side, and gently embraced him in her arms, her hand softly stroking his head in a gentle rhythm.
He took a long breath, wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her chest. Her presence imdiately enveloped him, making him feel comfortable.
"Once, my mother had a fiancé, but unfortunately, he fell gravely ill. To treat this illness, it required not only expert doctors but also a substantial amount of Money. So my mother went to plead with my father, and my father had only one condition—that she stay with him from then on, severing all emotional ties with her fiancé." He recounted everything calmly; in a few words, he could summarize a person’s life. "Later, my mother was with my father. Whether she ever loved my father, no one could say for sure. But one thing was certain—when her fiancé suddenly died, my mother blad my father for everything, and she resolutely left him."
And the ending that followed, even without him saying, she already knew it all.
"It’s all in the past. If people have another lifeti, I think they wouldn’t misunderstand or miss each other like this," Mabel said. "Maybe your mother... did love your father; otherwise, she might not have given birth to you."
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