Victoria Garcia fell silent again, knowing that some things were better left unsaid.
She walked past Alexander Mitchell and stood quietly in front of her mother's grave, staring at her gentle smile on the tombstone, as if her mother was still saying to her, "Victoria, today I made your four favorite dishes: Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, Fried Tofu, Sliced Beef, and Stuffed Bitter Melon..."
Josephine Garcia was a typical traditional woman. Although she came from a wealthy family, she was an excellent cook and seamstress. She was well-educated and virtuous, but she didn't understand men. She didn't know that her husband, Terry Garcia, had two children with Clara Brown behind her back, until they transferred all their assets and abandoned her and her daughters. Only then did she learn the truth.
In this life, she would take back everything that belonged to her mother, her sister, and herself.
As long as Victoria stood in front of the grave, Alexander stayed beside her.
"If you want to cry, go ahead and cry," Alexander whispered to her, fearing that she would feel worse if she kept it inside.
Victoria just replied indifferently, "I've cried all the tears I could."
After saying this, she ignored him and turned to leave.
Alexander quickly caught up with her, following her from behind.
As they approached the exit, she saw a familiar figure from a distance. With just one glance, she recognized him - it was Arnold Johnson.
As Victoria walked further, sure enough, there was Arnold's car parked by the side of the road.
"Alexander, stop following me," she said as she turned to face him.
However, he stubbornly shook his head.
"Victoria, let me stay with you, please?"
His eyes were filled with sadness, and his pleading expression softened one's heart.
Victoria knew very clearly that indecision would only lead to chaos.
"Alexander, do you see that car?" Victoria pointed to a black car while saying this.
Following the direction of her finger, Alexander took a look. It seemed unremarkable, but when he unconsciously noticed the license plate number, he was shocked.
In Metropolis, this kind of license plate number was limited.
"There's a man inside that car, he's my fiancé."
Alexander felt like he had just heard a joke and laughed unwillingly.
"Victoria, I've known you for six years. How could I not know if you had a fiancé?" His laughter was loud, but his voice was bleak.
Victoria calmly continued, "I decided on it the night before my mother was released."
Her words were straightforward and devoid of any tenderness. If it could make him give up completely, it would be the best outcome.
"You must be using this as an excuse to get back at me, right?" Alexander's face grew dark, his hands unsure of where to rest, his mouth uttering incoherent sounds, "This must be an excuse, right... Yes, it must be your excuse... "
Glancing at Alexander, and then at Arnold's car.
Without hesitation, Victoria turned around and walked towards Arnold's car in front of Alexander.