Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 1162

Otherwise, with her personality and the current living condition, she didn't need to waste time on these things when the baby hadn't been born, and winter hadn't come.

Holding the delicate semi-finished product, Willy felt as though his heart was torn to pieces. That silly woman hadn't resigned to fate after being tricked and hid like a turtle, licking her wound on her own, had she?

Could it be that her orphan background made her incredibly isolated and insecure? Willy also thought that she didn't seem to care that much, nor would she argue when she had obviously received very unfair treatment. Instead, even the most minor favors could satisfy her.

If she wasn't overly free of ambitions, then reality had tortured her into accepting her fate.

Was it because she had no one to rely on that she thought it was useless to even fight for it?

Willy's breath suddenly tightened when he thought of how she had always been so humble, bullied, and even left helplessly in the end. He had brought the small basket on the shelf before he knew it. It was her craft basket; he would often see her

carrying it.

Willy was about to put the pair of tiny shoes in when he saw the pile of yarns of various thicknesses and colors, a few pieces of cloth, and a bunch of safety-pin-like pins in it. On the side was a simple notebook and a pen.

Huh? Wasn't this the one she often carried?

Willy was a little confused, frowning slightly. If his memory served him right, this was the basket, and it was usually rather empty, only a ball of yarn and a couple of her knitting needles! But the basket in his hand was stuffed full.

After rummaging the basket, Willy took out the notebook.

He opened it to see some weird diagrams drawn on it. On the side were some numbers and calculations.

He had thought they were just some random notes. After all, her profession required her to use data and calculations, so he didn't take it to heart. Flipping through it, a line of words caught his attention.

"He lied to me. First time. Not happy."

Stumped and unbelieving, Willy stroked the words and rubbed his eyes before returning to the previous pages. Looking at it again, fragments of images flashed across his mind.

Could these calculations and diagrams be the numbers she used to knit? And hence she'd draw such patterns and curves and even store it in this basket?

Add? subtract? Collect?

It probably had to do with threading, right? Then the following numbers must be to record the rows she had made! Flipping through the pages, Willy was starting to understand her symbols and sequences.

It was sorted by time!

In that case, then that line of words...

Was she referring to him?

As though someone had hit his head, Willy's mind was blank for quite some time. When did it happen? When had he lied to her?

"The more I don't want to believe it, the more cruel the truth is!"

As there weren't any dates, each page was filled with only a couple of short sentences or a few words and some doodles, numbers, or patterns, Willy was befuddled for a moment. After going through them several times, several scattered images connected, and tears began streaming down his face.

He got it! He got it all!

Mikimoto? What was that? Right, the pair of pearl earrings his father ordered for his mother!

Had she especially pierce her ears for him?

The illegitimate daughter she mentioned couldn't be Dory, could it?

She had seen the photos in the study? She knew he had a past with Cloud? And even associated it with the cloud lamp?

Did she think that Dory was his child? Why was she unhappy when she should be? Was she happy because he didn't favor sons over daughters or that the baby in her belly was a girl? Was she upset because she mistakenly thought he would split his feelings for that so- called illegitimate daughter or that she believed he would favor the so-called illegitimate daughter?

Wrong! They were all wrong!

It was absolutely wrong, way too wrong!

Although the baby resulted from his off-the-rails act, and he wasn't too aware at first, only that he should bear the responsibility when she got pregnant. However, as her belly grew, watching her carry the baby with difficulty, feeling the baby under her belly, the awareness and responsibility of becoming a father suddenly fell on his shoulders.

As he became increasingly aware of the upcoming new life, he would inadvertently be attracted to children. He'd stop and watch whenever he saw children leaving kindergarten after school. He'd also wonder if his child would stand in line like them, as well, and even hold hands with the other children like little caterpillars. He'd feel empathy whenever he saw pictures and news about children on his phone, be it kidnapping, sick, left behind, or abandoned. He had even donated several times to children living in the ghetto lately. Perhaps he was becoming a father that he couldn't help adoring the children whenever he saw them. Hence he felt more sympathetic toward Dory than adoration whenever he saw her. She was only a scrawny little four-year-old, but she had to endure the pain of sickness and to lose a father. But how could he draw parallels between his child and others no matter how good they were?