When Julian found out Nora had aborted the baby, he went straight to her. But this time, he wasn't there to comfort herhe was there for revenge.
"Nora, for years, I've stuck by you like a dog. Even after you got married, I was still the first one you came back to. And why? Because you told me Ian couldn't give you what you needed, and you wanted someone who could make you feel loved! I did what I had to do, but you? You actually aborted our child! You didn't just kill my baby, but also Ian's daughter. You're the mastermind behind all of this! I only mentioned wanting a car, and you brought up your daughter's surgery feesare you serious?
So, everything that's happened is your own fault! Just go die!"
After hearing Julian's words, Nora, still weak from the miscarriage, fainted on the spot. When she saw the test results later, she laughed bitterly.
"Daughter, Mommy will be with you soon, " she whispered.
Nora was diagnosed with leukemia. She chose to stop treatment and disappeared without a trace.
Two months later, Julian mysteriously fell from a building. The next day, I found Nora at my door. She was thin and pale, clutching her daughter's favorite rabbit doll, muttering over and over, "Eva, Mommy is sorry. "
I stood there for a long time before finally taking her inside. I ran her a bath and dressed her in clothes she used to wear. They used to fit perfectly, but now they were one size too big. It seemed the torment of the past few days had aged her terribly.
A few days later, Nora told me she wanted to take me to where our daughter's ashes were buried. We boarded a plane and finally arrived at a place where the chrysanthemums were in full bloom.
Overcome with grief for our daughter, I collapsed on her grave, crying out in pain. Nora walked up beside me, tears streaming down her face.
"Ian, our daughter always loved the wild chrysanthemums on the mountain back home. Now that she's surrounded by them, she shouldn't feel lonely anymore, " she said.
I couldn't deny it. "She's not lonely, but she never knew a mother's love. "
"That's a tragedy. I hope in her next life, she won't have a mother like me, " Nora replied.
As she spoke, blood began to flow from her mouth and nose. Her face turned as pale as paper before she collapsed into the flowers.
When she was rushed to the hospital, she cried and apologized to our daughter. In the end, the doctor told me to prepare myself for the worst.
But I felt nothingno sadness, no joy. On the day Nora passed away, I finally let go of my hatred for her.
I decided not to move our daughter's grave, wanting her to rest undisturbed. Every year on the National Splurge Day, when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, I visit her, bringing Shell to keep her company through the summer.
My beloved daughter, I hope in the next life, you won't have a mother like Nora.