Leonard didn't say a word as he picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, only to start coughing violently.

Bernie passed his handkerchief over to him. It had been years since he and Leonard had shared a meal like this.

Leonard was still coughing, looking like he might pass out at any moment.

Bernie thought to himself that the man across from him had truly aged. Back when Yvonne was making a fuss about marrying

Leonard, the man could still crack a whip, though he'd only done it for show and never had the heart to actually hit anyone.

Even when Bernard had knelt outside their house for two days, Leonard had watched from the window, turning to Yvonne to say,

"Just watch, he'll leave after two hours at most. Don't forget what the seer said, you two aren't meant to be. He'll only bring you

trouble."

"Dad! Stop talking nonsense; what era do you think this is, still believing in that stuff?"

"You don't believe the seer’s predictions? When your mother couldn't conceive, he foretold she'd have a daughter."

Yvonne fell silent then, her heart aching as she looked at Bernard kneeling outside.

Leonard scoffed, convinced the young man wouldn't last much longer. But what he hadn't anticipated was just how stubborn both

Bernard and Yvonne were.

Eventually, as Bernard wobbled on the brink of collapse, Yvonne couldn't bear it any longer and dropped to her knees alongside

him.

Bernard and I have known each other for so many years. I know what kind

dote on your grandson and

on Yvonne, and seeing his daughter kneel down, he couldn't

married soon after. But a

without any

on and on, like the end of

it down

alive, she wouldn't want to see you

immediately reach for the letter but

think everyone out there is a hypocrite? They always tellto let go, but would they be able to if it were

back. I need her to

closed his eyes. His fingertip remained on the letter,

his fingers starting to shake. Bernard raised his hand and furiously swept the

tablecloth off the table.

people are saying? They say Yvonne betrayed me, that the child wasn't mine, and that's why she felt guilty.

a year abroad together. Ssay her true love was always him, that

that she marriedout

violently again, his grip tightening on the envelope, "Nonsense,

mad smile, a glint of frenzy in his eyes,

her first love

a month before she took her

his lips, shaking with anger, "Bernard,

am I supposed to think?! Why did she kill herself?

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