Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1188 All Unfortunate Souls

Even though it had been twenty years, my dad appeared utterly mired in the shame of that moment as he spoke. It was clear how deeply the experiences of that period had impacted him and affected his self-esteem.

"I lost my mind back then. I tried to drive Moira away, yelling at her and smashing things. But she still took care of me until my injuries healed, even though it exhausted all her savings. I couldn't afford the high medical expenses and had to leave the hospital even though I hadn't fully recovered," my dad said. My mom covered her face beside me, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Moira was afraid I would be traumatized when I returned to school, or that I would become depressed and have suicidal thoughts because I hadn't fully recovered. She took me back to her house. Moira was by my side the entire month, taking painstaking care of me," my dad continued.

"After I got beat up, that wealthy girl never got in touch with me again. I don't know if she just thought it was a game or if it was because of threats from her family. That relationship ended without even giving me a chance to say goodbye," he sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile. "That's reality. But your mother has always supported me, and listened to me complain about my problems while providing me with silent consolation."

I reached out and hugged my mom, greatly admiring her patience and kindness.

With tears running down her cheeks, my mother said, "I couldn't let go. I once lost someone I loved because of negligence. When I saw how he was after I saved him, I was afraid. I was afraid that if I ignored him, he might lose his life. After all, he was still so young!"

my mom was thinking at that time. I believed she acted out of

then, I went to Nocturnia with my mother. Our family was the envy of many as we had a comfortable

had

when she

lost the chance to have a son, which he regretted He couldn't accept that, so he raised me as a son. He had

another woman. When my mother learned about that, she couldn't accepit. She went crazy and called him every day. My dad, who had no conscience, cut off our financial support and

my mother started drinking heavily and

each other for survival as I struggled

urged

did, but my mother was still depressed. One day, when

clenched my fists tightly. I didn't understand how

mom's story sounded like Beatrice's story. No wonder they had no other relatives in