Chapter 8
I entered the visitation room and saw Kevin sitting in that cramped seat.
He looked at me as I walked towards him, raising his face and forcing a smile. He eagerly said,
“Bella, I didn’t have a child with anyone else!”
“That bastard is not my biological child!”
I recalled for a long time and realized that this was actually the response to the last sentence I said
to him.
I sneered, “Well, you are really despicable, enjoying helping others raise children.”
Kevin’s gaze froze, and it dawned on him that I wasn’t there to sympathize with him, but to mock
him.
He angrily raised his head and said, “Why do you treat me like this? I was so good to you!”
I laughed angrily, “What do you mean good? Why didn’t you tell me that you have a daughter? You encouraged me to be infertile, just to take care of Karen, right?”
“When I was talking to you about my values, you were definitely mocking my naivety!”
kes me sick to the core. And “What good is it to be good to me before marriage? Just this alone then there’s your romantic history, cheating, and playing both sides. How can you possibly be worthy of being with me?”
Kevin revealed his true nature, “You were already thirty years old, and if you don’t get married soon, you’ll be old!”
I was not surprised that he could say this, and I didn’t care either. “You have been wanting to say this for a long time, haven’t you? It’s been two years of holding it in, and I appreciate your effort.”
“It’s okay, inside the prison you could still speak for three years.”
“Although I brought back the DNA testing form, it was you who picked it up yourself. Do you think this can be considered as reaping what you sow?”
“I was still thinking at that time, why did fate treat me like this, letting you see it? Now I know, God was helping me.”
Kevin’s eyes were bloodshot, but he only saw the silhouette of me leaving.
After the case was over, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
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My parents brought me back home and comforted me. After this experience, they also became more open–minded. Whether I have a child or get married, it doesn’t matter to them anymore. Now, all they care about is that their child is happy. Whether their daughter is thirty or forty years old, she is still their precious one to worry about.
Stacy excitedly dragged me out for a trip, and we went to a warm coastal city. We looked at the sea, felt the breeze, drank cocktails, and the days were incredibly relaxing.
“What do you plan to do in the future?” she asked me.
“Just do whatever you need to do, make money, live, and if one day you meet someone with compatible values, get married, if not, it’s also fine.”
Stacy nodded and clinked glasses with me, saying, “Cheers to the freshmen!”
I took a sip with a smile, looking at the distant waves, and finally my heart was free from gloom.
The story of the Smith family has come to an end.
My life continued.
