"I know you want to be with Robert right now and won't be living in our mansion now. I just wanted to ask – you've already gotten the marriage certificate with Robert, but the first wedding failed. Shouldn't you hold another one?
"Also, I noticed you were a bit depressed today. I heard from Ivan. Don't be afraid. No matter what the results are, everyone's with you. If you're really afraid, how about I call my sister over? You've known each other for over twenty years, after all. Sometimes I feel like when she's here, you've got some proper emotional support."
So Elsie had noticed all that. Georgia smiled helplessly.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it, or worrying too much. Maybe I'll relax when the results come out tomorrow, or maybe..."
Georgia didn't finish. She didn't dare say that she might fall into even greater worry.
Elsie sighed and sat down in the car.
All along the way, Elsie thought about her own sister and Georgia, and sighed incessantly.
Wilson couldn't help but speak up.
"What's happened? You've been sighing all the while."
"Do you think romance is a happy thing?"
Elsie asked Wilson such a question, and the man replied with a cold face.
"I think you're asking me a neurotic question that I can't answer."
"Why can't you answer?"
"A person who's never experienced romance cannot answer that question for you."
For some reason, even though Wilson had replied seriously, Elsie felt like he was joking.
She laughed for a while, then saw Wilson's frown deepen, and spoke.
"You saw what happened recently with Georgia. If she hadn't fallen for Robert, wouldn't she have saved herself so much pain and grief? Being free to come and go on your own and only being concerned with oneself, never worrying about your lover, or your children – isn't that a happier life?"
Wilson scoffed at her exclaiming tone.
"Do you really think you're alone? You've got a sister and you've got a friend in Georgia. You pamper Annie as a child. If anything happened to them, could you go happily about your day, go on holiday, or go watch TV without feeling a thing? If people in this world really were alone, you'd only be calling for a driver to take you home right now, instead of having me here... if you really want to be alone, I suggest you go to a place where nobody knows who you are, make your own meals, and make money through your own work without talking to anyone. That's what it means to be alone."
"I was just talking about it, why are you snapping back at me like that? If you keep talking like such a straight guy, Wilson, you'll never find a wife."
Elsie was a bit upset. She felt like Wilson never heard the point of her words. There was simply too great of a gap between their thoughts.
No matter how it went, they weren't suited for each other. Even though that was just how she was thinking herself.
"You're getting more and more emotional lately."
Wilson didn't seem to get angry over Elsie saying he'd never find a wife, but said that instead all of a sudden.
"What would happen with Georgia if there really was a problem with Robert's body?"
Elsie finally got to the point. That was Georgia's worry, and her worry too.
She wasn't particularly friends with Robert, but relationships were a web. Georgia was her good friend, and if something happened to Robert, Georgia would be unhappy.
Naturally, she felt like it was best for Robert to be fine.
"Back then, when my mother committed suicide, I'd been hateful. I hated the world, hated my father, hated the cold and uncaring people around me. But most of all, I hated myself."
After a brief silence, Wilson suddenly spoke.
Elsie was taken aback. She hadn't thought that Wilson would suddenly talk about his past.
She held her tongue and didn't speak, in case she upset Wilson or made him angry, but Wilson continued to speak.
"When someone really dies before you, the biggest blow isn't the agony and hate you feel in the beginning. It's how, over the passage of time, you realize that you could have spend more time with them when they were alive. I could have been by her side more back then. I could have tried to cheer her up with jokes when she was lonely. I could have tried to do more to bring her joy. She died alone, in despair. That's when the regret comes. You'll start asking yourself why you hadn't worked harder to make them happier.
"So don't be so concerned with Georgia and Robert. The two have been through so much. Even if something did happen with his body, if the two cherished the days they had left, they wouldn't have any regrets in this life. It's the most painful to have someone suddenly leave before you, only coming to regret not doing too many things in the end."
Wilson finished, and Elsie didn't say anything else.
They got back home and got off the car. Elsie walked Wilson go quietly to his bedroom and sleep, while she sat dully on her bed for a whole night.
She kept pondering Wilson's words. If someone really died before her. If she would regret not saying the things she hadn't said back then.
While Elsie was struggling, Georgia had finished dinner.
She, Robert and Ivan stayed with Annie inside the games room and played. With three adults and one child, it got a little crazy.
Annie laughed all through the night.
She was so glad. Her Daddy and Mommy were by her side now, and Uncle Ivan too. Annie felt like the luckiest person in the world.
When it came time to bed down at night, Georgia showered, came out, and hugged Robert, giving him gentle kisses and clinging to him as if for dear life as the loving began.
They finally settled down. Robert brushed back Georgia's sweat-dappled hair, his voice gentle and strong.
"Don't worry. It's not settled yet, right? Look at my performance tonight. Do I really look like something's wrong with me?"
Georgia giggled and hugged the man before her tight.
She didn't want to say somethings. Even until now, even though she'd seen that the information had been sent to her mailbox, she didn't download it or take a look.
She still didn't dare do it. She wasn't so brave a person.
With all the pain she'd suffered, she was all the more afraid for it, all the more cherishing of every minute, every second of the present.
When Robert fell asleep in the middle of the night, Georgia put her own clothes on and opened the door without a sound, leaving the bedroom.
At that moment, Robert opened his eyes, but sighed and didn't follow her.
Sometimes, he couldn't keep standing between her and the truth.
Georgia walked, each step bringing her to the basement. Seeing it was her, the bodyguards didn't block the way.
It was the mistress of the house, after all.
Georgia made it all the way to the basement, where there was only a small lamp lighting the place.
In the dark basement, Sierra had curled up and gone to sleep.
As Georgia's footsteps sounded towards her, Sierra showed a mocking smile.
"What, coming in the middle of the night to find out the truth?
"I can tell you. I can tell you everything. But you should understand, after knowing these things, you're the one who's going to suffer in the end."