Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

"It should be a relationship that had lasted rather long instead of a fling. I could feel that the two of them clicked and that woman didn't seem to want to replace my mom.

"Mom has always been a tough woman, she had spent most of her energy in the company back then. When she found out about this, she didn't take the right approach to win back dad's heart. Instead, things became more and more intense between the two of them. In the end, my dad filed for divorce. He didn't even ask for property division. But mom refused…"

Hearing this, Jennifer was surprised and was immersed in this story.

"In fact, by then, there had been no way they could return to the way they used to get along." Ivan took a sip of his tea and looked up at the night sky. "My dad had had a bastard with that woman, he was no longer interested in patching things up with my mom. That woman seemed to really love him, and she was willing to be with him without a marriage.

I had seen her once when I was trying to talk her out of this. But she looked really gentle, elegant as well as smart and reasonable…"

Ivan sighed and continued in a low voice. "My mom loved my dad deeply, but she didn't know how to get him back. They quarreled every day. Things had gone on like that for five whole years and I felt suffocated in that house every minute…

When I was seventeen, I saw dad rushing out of the big fire with that woman in his arms," Ivan frowned as he said, "The maid told me that my mom was still in there, so I rushed into the fire and carried my mom out. By then, my dad had disappeared with that woman…"　

Jennifer felt sorry for Ivan. When he told the story, he looked calm, but she knew it must have hurt inside.

"Now you know about the fire," Ivan said, "As for how the fire started, I don't want to think that my dad was behind it. Perhaps my mom knows the truth. After the fire, my dad disappeared… I wasn't severely injured, but my mom lost the desire to live. When I walked into that house, she was standing in the middle of the room, waiting for death. Perhaps she was desperate.

"When I was eighteen, I witnessed a car accident a year after the fire, in which my dad and that woman died."

was lost

never forget about

being pressed under the steering wheel. There was blood flowing down his forehead and he

over and knelt

father reached out his bloody hand to him and said, "Take care of your brother for

didn't believe in love nor marriage

was always indifference in

he told the story, he fell silent.

Jennifer didn't know what to

memories, but her comfort would

"Ivan."

stood up and was about to leave,

"I need to reply to

not. Maybe he needed

in the chair in the balcony and feeling

put down the tea cup and rubbed her aching temples to rest her mind at