Chapter 520
Liberty’s tears flowed down her cheeks unexpectedly.
Her mother was unaware that her sister had never stopped searching for her while she was alive.
Sadly, they never had the chance to reunite before her sister’s passing.
“Seren, please spend some time with Mrs. Stone. I need to go see Sonny,”
Liberty said, suppressing her pain as she quickly ended the call.
Then, she squatted on the ground and covered her face as she cried.
Many passersby noticed her, but none stopped to help.
The café owner recognized Liberty, remembering that she had borrowed her laptop to print a divorce agreement. Assuming Liberty was upset over the divorce, she approached with a box of tissues.
“Miss…”
The café owner gently patted Liberty on the shoulder. When Liberty looked up, she handed her the tissues and offered comfort. “He doesn’t care about you anymore, so it’s best to let him go. You’ll feel better that way, and you can begin anew.
“If you’re sad, let it out. You’ll feel relief afterward.”
“Thank you,”
Liberty replied, standing up to take the tissues and wipe her tears. She choked out, “I don’t regret leaving a stingy man who abused and cheated on me. My tears aren’t for him; I’m thinking of my parents, who died in a car accident fifteen years ago…”
The café owner patted Liberty’s shoulder sympathetically once more.
What a tragic woman.
Some people in their fifties and sixties still had living parents, while others lost theirs at a young age.
No one could truly understand the pain and regret these individuals felt when reflecting on their inability to repay their deceased parents.
“I’m okay. I need to go. My son is still waiting for me at home.”
“Stay strong, girl! There’s still hope.”
A rainbow appeared after the rain. “You can do this!” The stranger’s words warmed Liberty’s heart. There are still many good people in this world. After thanking the café owner, Liberty approached her e-bike, preparing to leave.
“Liberty.”
A hoarse yet somewhat familiar voice called out to her. Turning around, Liberty spotted a car parked across the street. As the driver rolled down the window, she realized it was Duncan.
“Huh? Why did I run into him?” she thought, feeling a bit unlucky today. Then she remembered—she hadn’t hit his car this time. So why did she feel this way?
Regaining her composure, Liberty resisted the urge to ride away and waved back at Duncan. To her surprise, he exited the car and walked across the street.
Liberty was taken aback, wondering, “I didn’t hit his car, did I? I parked on this side, and his car is across the street. Did time and space collide?”
Duncan quickly approached her, placing one hand on her bike. She glanced at his large hand and thought, “Is he trying to stop me from escaping?”
“Didn’t you take the day off to care for your son?” Duncan asked.
