Chapter 29%
The painful memories of the past were slowly fading into the distance.”
Iris had been admitted to a prestigious university specializing in architectural technology, and her future was bright.
Once she entered campus life, she was just like any other university student–cheerful, confident, and full of curiosity. She eagerly explored subjects and fields she had never had the chance to learn before.
As for Wendel, she only heard news about him through her father and his friend, a police officer, about six months later.
His case was difficult to judge, but there was no doubt–he had indeed incited Esther to steal children. There was no escaping his responsibility.
As for Esther, her conviction for child trafficking was set in stone. At the very least, she would spend ten years behind bars.
Even with a second chance at life, her fate remained just as miserable.!
Ins listened to their conversation with little reaction, her tone indifferent.
“I remember he once said he’d work hard, earn money, and come to London to find me.”%
Her father let out a cold laugh. “Impossible. The gap between people like us and him is one he could never cross. After everything he’s done, he deserves his fate. Iris, you’ve suffered so much over the years.”
Saying this, Dominic seemed to remember something. He reached into a cabinet and pulled out a string of Buddhist prayer beads.? “This is what you asked me to get for you last time. They say it can bring peace to the souls of lost children. What do you need it for?“L
Iris only smiled.
She had never told anyone about her rebirth.
Nor had she told anyone that she had once lost a child.
Margaret, bringing over a plate of fresh fruit, suddenly asked, “Iris, do you still have feelings for that Wendel?”
Iris looked at her, confused.
“Mom, are you joking? I stopped having feelings for him a long time ago.”
Margaret teased, “If you hadn’t learned the truth about your origins, would you really have married him?”
Without hesitation, Iris shook her head firmly. “Mom, even if I never married, I would never end up with him. You don’t have to worry.” Her mother finally let out a relieved sigh, nodding in satisfaction.
“Good. If you were the sentimental type, your father and I would have worried ourselves to death.”
With that, the entire family burst into laughter.
Iris smiled. “The sentimental one was Wendel. But that’s all in the past now.”
olt and distant.8
As she spoke, she gently twirled the prayer beads in her fingers, her gaze turning soft and distant.8
This prayer bead bracelet belonged to the child of her past life.))
She did not want to completely forget that painful history. Nor did she want to erase the memory of the life she had once carried. The past had been unbearable, but at least it was over now.
Looking back, love was gone–but at least, there were no more tears.
And in the end, people must always move forward.
