Chapter 139

Returning once again felt as if a whole lifetime had passed. The image of my mother in my mind gradually blurred, until this moment, when I stood once more before her grave. On the tombstone, a black and white photo was embedded; the woman looked beautiful, gazing gently yet with a hint of sharpness towards the grave. This was Harriet, her mother.

More than a decade ago, Harriet was the precious young lady of the Whitaker family, a mysterious and renowned healer in Dragdom, and a beauty admired by countless people. When she was still young, many speculated about what kind of man such an outstanding woman would marry. But no one expected that, in the end, the one who picked this famous flower was none other than the utterly ordinary Samuel, completely unknown. And this outstanding divine doctor and beauty then followed her husband into the mundane world, living an ordinary life supporting him and educating their children.

“Mom, I came,” Ophelia said. “I had come back.” As soon as she opened her mouth, tears fell down her cheeks. After dying in her previous life and being reborn, she became firmly convinced that the soul exists. If Mom had known how foolish and miserable she had been in her past life, would she have been disappointed and saddened? She actually believed Erin and Bessie and had been played by them for so many years; there was nothing more foolish than that!

“Don’t cry,” the man beside her suddenly spoke, seemingly with a faint sigh. Long fingers cupped her cheek, and a handkerchief was pressed against her face, wiping away her tears. Ophelia’s nails, which had been digging into her palm, relaxed slightly as she turned her head and met the man’s deep gaze. She pouted a little, as if finding support, and leaned into his embrace. Tears streamed down his face and were instantly wiped onto his expensive suit. Holding a handkerchief in his hand, Mr. Winford, who had always had a serious obsession with cleanliness, paused for a moment and ultimately did not push her away. In his cold and stern expression, a trace of helplessness and indulgence flashed—one that he himself was not even aware of.

Once her emotions had calmed down a bit, Ophelia felt a sense of embarrassment in hindsight. Her nose was red, and she glanced at him with a guilty look. She immediately took his hand and, in a spoiled tone, said to the woman on the tombstone, “Mom, this is my husband. Do you remember him? You found him for me! I brought him to see you today!”

Winford looked at the tombstone, and after a moment, he burned the papers—in the name of Ophelia’s husband. The unremarkable gaze looked at the woman on the tombstone; without mentioning the past, he was very grateful to her for bringing his little wife to his side. The Samuel behind was taken aback and surprised upon seeing it. He cast a subtle yet excited glance at Ophelia; it seemed that his daughter held a special place in Mr. Winford’s heart!

They left after staying in the cemetery for half an hour. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, Ophelia saw Erin waiting there. She met the other person’s gaze, who couldn’t even be bothered to pretend anymore and shot her a resentful look. Ophelia paused, her expression calm, and looked up at Winford, saying, “Honey, I went over there for a moment.” Winford cast a glance at Erin and let go, saying, “Go ahead.” Ophelia stepped forward and walked up to Erin.

“You must have hated me very much back then, right?” she said to Erin. Erin’s face twisted for a moment, but when she noticed that Samuel was looking this way, she forced a smile and said, “Ophelia, what are you talking about? How could I hate you…”

“Really?” Ophelia said slowly, “I thought that with Bessie like that now, you must be dying to kill me!” Once the words were spoken, Erin’s smile ultimately did not hold. Thinking of her daughter, whose reputation was completely ruined and who didn’t even dare to go to school, her eyes seemed to be poisoned as she stared fiercely at Ophelia.

“How dare you?!” she growled. “Who gave you the guts to harm Bessie like that?!” Ophelia smiled as she looked at Erin, her gaze filled with a chilling coldness. “Did I need someone to give me courage? I wanted to do it, so I did.” “Was Bessie very miserable? But this was just the beginning.” “I would not let go of a single person who deserved retribution!” After saying this suggestive remark, she turned around and walked away without hesitation.