Joseph paused for a while but said nothing. He then sent me back to the villa.
Summer was already home by the time I arrived. She gently pulled my hand as she asked, “Mommy, where did you go?”
I hugged her in my arms. “I went to see a friend,” I simply answered.
Recently, I started feeling sluggish again. I was at a loss, unsure about what to do next. My mind was a complete mess.
After I settled Summer down, I headed to the study. After all, I finally watched those videos.
They were taken four years ago when Marcus took me in. My memories of those days were rather vague.
Deep down, I knew Marcus cared about me very much. However, I chose not to remember those details.
I clicked on one of the videos, which was taken in the villa in K City. As soon as it was played, the familiar faces came into sight.
I refused to watch the video after my child was taken away from me. I couldn’t bring myself to face reality.
The video recorded every bit of memories I had with Marcus. He always took care of me and tolerated me with infinite patience.
That was the worst time of my life. I was in agony and constantly broke down in tears. One night, I woke up at midnight and looked around for a knife to take my own life. Marcus was injured when he tried to snatch the knife away from me. I didn’t have a clear picture in my mind, but I knew there was a deep scar on his belly.
After that incident, I couldn’t find any sharp objects in the villa.
It was a long video to watch. I couldn’t bring myself to finish it as I was feeling increasingly guilty by the second. So, I turned it off.
Why must everything be made clear? Ignorance is bliss, isn’t it?