Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

After dinner, they both had a hint of alcohol on them, so they didn’t dare to pick up the little one. They regretted drinking this night.

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“You old folks are too eager. There’s always tomorrow to play with the child. There’s no hurry, and there will be more opportunities in the future.”

“I’m afraid you’ll get tired of these two little ones in the future. They have a lot of energy and are very clingy.”

Jane’s words added warmth to the conversation.

This was the normal state of a family, and the chat they were having was what a family should have.

Now, Patrick’s father’s last bit of strangeness rapidly disappeared. It was as if he had always been a member of this family, never having left.

Of course, this was also thanks to the atmosphere that Patrick and the others had created.

And they sincerely hoped that this old man could find a true family and not continue drifting.

“Even if the child is naughty, I’m not afraid. This age is the time to be lively, the more they can be naughty, the healthier they are.”

Patrick’s father chuckled, and Johnny nodded in agreement.

It was true that the more children could run around, the more energetic and healthy they were.

Patrick’s father went to prison to see Beatrice. Her hair had turned slightly gray, and her nose was no longer like before. It was slightly bent, as if it had been aged by the years. Now, Beatrice saw the once handsome man.

She didn’t know what to say, as the environment was now different. If she could start over again, perhaps she would have regret.

Meeting in a normal environment might have avoided their current situation.

Looking at Beatrice, Patrick’s father knew that she was different from other women in her youth. She was plump and pleasant. He liked Beatrice this way. And now, seeing her looking thinner, even though her spirits were still good, he knew that she was not happy here. The pressure must be immense. As they sat together, he knew exactly what Beatrice meant, even if she didn’t say a word. Even if they hadn’t seen each other in years, it was still the same.

When he looked at Beatrice, Patrick’s father adjusted his expression, making it more comforting. It was this adjustment that made Beatrice smile, seeing the former Patrick’s father.

“How are you? Are you okay here? With good conduct, you will get out early. Everyone is waiting for you.”

Beatrice let out a sigh upon hearing this.

“Who’s waiting for me? I am already like this, and everything I did wrong, everyone knows what I deserve. I have thought it over these days. The punishment I am receiving is not excessive, and it is deserved. But I have no face to see them again, so no one is waiting for me.”

Beatrice felt remorse and frustration in her heart. And she didn’t know what to say to Patrick. She couldn’t face Jane.

So, all she could think about was being unable to face the past. Even when facing relatives, she might not be able to look up.

“No need to say these. If no one respects you, who will come to see you? Forgiveness is not something someone says to you; you have to earn it, and you will when you are out.”

After thinking for a while, Patrick’s father expressed his attitude. If he hadn’t forgiven Beatrice’s actions, he wouldn’t be here today, and Beatrice wouldn’t be in prison. The rest was up to Beatrice. He hoped that after Beatrice was released, she could have the chance to take care of her grandson together with him, but it didn’t mean that they had to start living together again. He hadn’t figured that out yet.

His point was that everything should be put aside, regardless of who was right and who was wrong in the past. The situation now was that Beatrice was already in prison. Patrick and Jane were managing the company outside.

“You know, our company has even started cooperating with Patrick’s company. I was wrong about Patrick, but now he has proven himself.”

Beatrice sighed. This was her second sigh of the day.

“Talking about this is pointless. He is indeed very smart, but can he compare to our own child? It’s a pity that we are old now, and have no children of our own.”

“I regret letting go of my child. If my child were alive, even if he were disabled, I would have cherished him.”

Beatrice’s eyes were filled with tears. When one is young, having a sick child to care for every day is seen as a burden, but when old, it’s not the same.

“If my child were alive, he would be about the same age as Patrick now. Even if he were disabled, he would still come to see me. I have done wrong, and I regret it, but it’s too late. Fate seems to have played the biggest joke on me.”