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Chapter 5
I took my foster mother’s ashes and flew to Erifield.
The role–playing game has ended, and the surname “Powell” can also be discarded.
From today on, I was no longer Kenley Powell, but Kenley Hamilton, which was my foster mother’s
surname.
My foster mother grew up in a small mountain village in the north. She never got married in her lifetime, all for the sake of me, her daughter, even though we are not biologically related.
Her biggest wish was to go and see Erifield, she loved the clear blue sky, the crystal–clear water,
and the sweet air there.
Although, this was just what she saw on TV.
I had promised her that, once she got better, I would bring her to Erifield. I would open a guesthouse for her in Erifield, where she could watch the sunrise and sunset every day, with the
clouds rolling and drifting.
Now that my foster mother has passed away, I still have to fulfill my promise.
One advantage of being with Justus is that one’s investment perspective becomes sharp.
So over the years, I earned some money, enough to open a bed and breakfast in Erifield. From then
on,
I didn’t have to rely on others and could be cautious and careful.
Here, I made a lot of friends and colleagues.
The most special one was probably Wesley Stewart.
When the homestay was being renovated, he came over to say hello.
“Hello, my name is Wesley. I was the owner of the guesthouse across from you. I had just recently opened for business. From now on, we will be neighbors. If you have any needs or areas you don’t understand, feel free to come and ask me anytime.”
Although we are of the same age, he had a youthful energy about him, and when he smiled, he revealed two small tiger teeth.
After several encounters, I noticed that his appearance and manner of speaking were not like those of an ordinary guesthouse owner. Having stayed with the Soto family for so many years, my judgment was still sharp.
Wesley told me very openly:
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“I was considered a second–generation rich, but I didn’t like the arranged marriage partner that my family had chosen for me. So, I decided to run away from home and open a homestay here.”
“I originally wanted to experience life, but after staying here for a while, I realized that there is nothing more joyful than freely pursuing one’s own life. So I told my family that I’m not going back. If they have the ability, they can cut off ties with me.”
I was amused by his words, yet I also deeply agreed with them.
Yeah, there was nothing more important than freedom.
And you, why did you run so far away to open a homestay?
I told him about my foster mother, but I didn’t mention anything about the Soto family.
After listening, Wesley sighed and said,
“Your stepmother never got married for your you very much.”
I nodded silently, yes, she did love me indeed.
cake, she must have loved
In the days when I was abandoned by my birth mother, forgotten by my birth father, and hated by my siblings, it was she who told me that I was a precious gift from heaven to her.
When I was feeling inferior because I was being insulted as a wild seed, it was also her who told me:
“We Kenley were the best girl in the world.”
In my nearly thirty years of life, all the love was given to me by her, so I also want to give her a home of our own in her favorite place.
Wesley asked me again:
“I heard people say that you were already married. You are so outstanding and beautiful, how could your husband bear to let you go out alone?”
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I used to evade questions about my emotional status by saying that I was already married.
In an instant, the faces of Justus and Santino appeared before my eyes.
When I first joined the Soto family, I also had a brief crush on Justus.
He was Santino’s father, my legal husband. He was handsome and aloof, decisive and ruthless, as if he was born to attract everyone’s attention.
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On countless evenings that have passed, he would vent his frustrations on me while shouting
Kiersten’s name.
And then, the next day when I woke up, they nonchalantly told me:
“You were just a nanny helping Kiersten raise her child, don’t develop any inappropriate feelings.”
He didn’t allow me to touch Kiersten’s things, didn’t allow me to wear colors that Kiersten hated, didn’t allow me to do anything that Kiersten didn’t like, otherwise I would have to face punishment.
In the first year of joining the Soto family, I was constantly covered in bruises.
In endless pain, I finally came to understand Kiersten’s preferences.
I finally understood that no matter how long I stayed with the Soto family or how hard I tried to please the father and son, I could never replace Kiersten.
I withdrew that liking, became cautious and lived as if walking on thin ice.
Time means nothing, and bloodline means nothing either.
Kiersten was Justus‘ beloved, the perfect mother in Santino’s heart.
They were willing to get close to Ciara Powell, who looked similar to Kiersten, but they would never turn back to look at me.
I smiled.
“Just an ex–husband.”
Time flew by, and my homestay had already been open for half a year. I got rid of the rose tattoo and became more and more familiar with Wesley.
He would always leave the shop to the employees and spend the whole day with me. Sometimes he would bring a few dishes of new recipes researched by his own chefs, and sometimes it would be the rose wine he brewed.
Many times, the customers thought that the two stores were actually one.
Early that day, as I opened the door to the guesthouse, I immediately caught sight of the familiar figures of different sizes.
