Natasha’s pov
Winson raised his eyebrows and said, “Okay, what do you want me to promise you?”
“You will accompany me to mourn Moony every year from now on,”
Winson said in a low and helpless voice, “is it necessary?
It’s just a horse. ”
I simply sat on the ground and said, “but it’s not an ordinary horse. You gave it to me, and I cherish it very much. Anyway, you must promise me that you won’t let me go. Otherwise, I’ll sit here and cry until I’m blind.”
He nodded in agreement.
In fact, Winson did it.
Every year, he accompanied me to send a bunch of flowers.
I sat on the chair, looked at Winson and murmured, “horse or human, we cherished it when alive. There is no need to mourn!”
Winson’s heart ached. If he died, then he would die. Yes, if he died, would he let the living people suffer for him all their lives?
“You’re right,” Winson said with a sad look in his eyes, “from now on, we won’t go there anymore. Let it rest in peace and leave our lives. People have to look forward, so Natasha, from now on, you have to keep looking forward. Stride forward, don’t look back.”
I heard that and looked at him suspiciously.
Winson then added, “by the way, Natasha, why are you here?
Winson asked worriedly, “did he say anything?”
What did Winson mean.
“do you mean that I went to a hotel with brother Nicola?”
Winson frowned and said nothing.
I said coldly, “I’m such a person, so I don’t care what others say. I’m lowly and I’ll bear it myself, and I…”
“Natasha,”
“I know I’m sorry for you. In the past, it was me who hurt you with some dirty words. It was me, not you. Please don’t say that again. I know that you and Nicola have nothing to do with each other. You are innocent.”
After a long silence, I said coldly, “don’t be too confident.”
He was afraid that he would lose me, so when he saw those unrealistic things, his eyes were blinded by paranoia. Because his childhood experience made him firmly believe that he would be the one who was abandoned. Now, he was sober and would not mess up again.
He said firmly, “yes, I’m very confident in this matter. I believe you!”
I don’t want to continue this topic.
Thinking of the purpose of going to the hotel today, I took out an envelope from my bag, opened it and took out a photo.
In the photo, there were two young and beautiful faces.
One of the women looked like Nicola’s mother. One could tell at a glance that she was second young lady of Nicola family.
The other woman, with fair skin and high ponytail on the back of her head, was wearing a simple white sportswear. She looked at the camera with a bright smile, full of youth and beauty.
我很确定,这个我并不认识的女人,就是Betty.
I’m sure the woman I don’t know is Betty.
I don’t know her, but the first time I saw her, I felt that she looked familiar.
I have a feeling that I must have seen this woman somewhere
Winson looked at my hand.
Now he had a much clearer mind, so he sat up straight.
Hearing the noise, I put the photo on the table and was going to help him shake the bed.
But Winson quickly stood up.
He turned his head to look at the photos on the table, and then looked at my face. “Natasha, what’s this?”
I looked away and said calmly, “Betty’s picture.”
“Betty?”
Winson raised his voice unconsciously and picked up the photo. “Where did you get it?”
“It’s from Aunt Nicola’s mother. This is a photo of Betty and her sister.”
Hearing this, Winson raised his eyes and asked in confusion, “did you go to get the photos from Nicola today?”
“Well, it’s just that someone took photos secretly.”
The two looked at each other. When Winson was about to say something, I said, “it’s none of your business. I’ve arranged someone to investigate it.”
Winson nodded and looked at the photo again.
He raised his hand, pointed at the woman in sportswear and asked doubtfully, “is it her?”
I nodded, “I think so. I don’t know why, but I feel that she looks a little familiar, as if I have seen her somewhere.”
Winson looked at me and said calmly, “she shouldn’t be in our house, because I think she is very strange to me.”
I know how good Winson’s memory is. If Winson says he has never seen her, then he must have never seen her.
It seemed that there was no trace of Betty left in the Winson family.
But she looked familiar.