After saying that, Emilia led Ivan straight away and closed the door forcefully behind her.
Oscar sat where he was and laughed at himself.
"Are you going to see Margie now?"
After sitting in the car, Ivan asked Emilia cautiously.
"Yes, I want to see her, and I have to see her."
"Didn't you say that you only wanted to experience love? Why do you bear all the bitterness and hurt in her heart as well?"
The person in front of him, however, suddenly smiled at Ivan.
"Why are you still so stupid? Several of Emilia's other personalities have merged, and their emotions and memories are in my head. I now took on all the hard feelings, anger, and pain for her. Whether it was affection or love, as long as she kept herself shut down in cowardice, I had to bear it all. In fact, sometimes I wonder if she and I are one and the same. Why is it that I can feel all her hurts while she cowardly keeps herself in one place?"
"So now Emilia has only one split personality, you, right?"
Ivan asked with excitement, while Emilia smiled indifferently.
"I'm the only one that exists, so all the pain is on my shoulders. You have to be kind to me. If I didn't take it, I might go jump off the building again. Ivan, I'll leave eventually. If I leave, will you shed a tear, and will you pity me for such a fleeting existence?"
"I'll remember all of you as you were, and I'll remember everything that happened between us. You were a part of her, and she was actually a part of you. You were never subordinate to each other. You were one person."
The woman laughed, however. She hung her head, while her voice suddenly sounded a little sad.
"Drive on. Some things should be settled anyhow."
Ivan drove to where Margie lived, which was a garden house in the suburbs.
It was just that it was now winter and from outside, no flowers or plants could be seen, only lots of bare branches.
The two had already said at Oscar's place that they were coming over, so after getting out of the car and giving their names, the bodyguards opened the door and led them inside.
Margie looked normal. She hadn't lost much weight, her hair was gently pulled back and she was wearing a sweater. It was warm inside.
Emilia took off her jacket as she walked in. Margie, who was reading a book, looked up at them. She looked a little surprised, then put the book down in her hands and asked.
"What are you guys doing here? What? Are you guys coming to have a good laugh at me, or do you want to come and get back at me for what I did to you?"
Margie asked as she looked into Emilia's eyes. Emilia slowly approached her while the two were only a few meters apart, she stared at Margie's face.
Then she thought of the times when she had been very young and Margie had been close to her, and had occasionally given her a natural smile, and had had such rare moments of warmth.
"Do you think I came to see you to get back at you or to torment you? All these years, in fact, apart from that incident, you have been sort of nonchalant and polite to me. I was never the one who suffered the most in this affair. It was Oscar who wronged you."
"You actually think like that?"
Margie suddenly looked down and smiled.
"I've heard you've been so hurt and mentally ill, yet you still treat me with such kindness. I don't know who you're like. Your mother? It's a pity I didn't get along with her."
"I don't know what my mother was like. In fact, Oscar probably doesn't know what kind of person my mother is either. Do you really think that saving his life is enough to make Oscar miss a woman for so many years, or even keep loving her deeply?"
"What do you mean by that? Wasn't everything your father did because of your mother? That's the kind of person he is. Even when he's done wrong, he won't admit it. He's just so stubborn, and he'll never turn back from whoever he's identified with."
Margie's remark made Emilia laugh sadly. She suddenly sat down right next to Margie.
"I've seen my father. I am puzzled as to why he has been cold to me all these years and does not care for me at all, as if I were the daughter born to his enemies. He only does some duty to me but refuses to be close to me. Have you not thought about this? If I were really the daughter of someone he loved dearly, would he have ignored me like this for so many years? You too have seen how I was brought up. You don't like me, and that's because you're not my real mother, and I understand that. But what did my father do to me? How many times a year did he see me? I don't believe you don't know these things."
"What the hell are you going to say?"
Margie finally asked with a sullen face. She always felt that today Emilia was not quite right and very different from the past. What she was saying was putting her in an even more irritable mood, and she really didn't feel like discussing what Oscar had done.
"I've seen him. I asked him why he wouldn't love me, and why he didn't dote on his daughter as intimately as other fathers do. I'm so confused that I want an answer from him. Do you know how ridiculous the answer is?"
"How ridiculous? Why do you want to talk to me about these things?"
Margie didn't want to know the answer to these things, and Emilia spoke as though she hardly heard her.
"He told me that he had done four stupid things in his life. The first thing was to forcefully marry you by mistaking you for the person who saved his life, even though you plainly refused. The second thing was to force a divorce on you and even make you miscarry, and the third thing was that he insisted on getting a surrogate to give birth to me."
"Do you know what the last stupid thing was? That was his insistence on not divorcing you."
"What does it matter to me what stupid things he does? I've come this far with him and there's no turning back for anyone. What can he do if he knows he's done wrong? Does he let me off the hook? Not. He even threatened me and made me stay in this place to torture me. I never felt that I owed him anything. The only thing I did against him was to let you get hurt. Unfortunately, this didn't work out either."
"Don't you understand? He was so cold to me because my existence proved that he had done a foolish thing in his life. If I really am the daughter of his greatest love, shouldn't he be happy that I exist? Why does he regard me as one of the stupid things he has done in his life? Why does he insist on not divorcing you? Why does he think it was a stupid thing to force you to have an abortion back then? Haven't you figured out what all this means?"
Emilia's questions were so loud that Margie looked up in shock.
After a long moment, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, then she shook her head in horror.
"This can't be. You're talking nonsense. You're saying these things deliberately to get back at me, aren't you? I don't believe you ..."
Emilia suddenly felt that she wasn't the most pathetic one.
Sometimes, all beings suffered, especially for love.
"You don't believe it? You can call and ask him yourself. You could ask him to come back and ask about these things. He's the stupidest coward in the world, and the stupidest person in the world."
With those words, Emilia turned towards the outside.
Just as she was about to reach the door, pulling Ivan's hand, Margie asked loudly.
"What are you trying to do by telling me all this?"
"I think you have a right to know the truth. You deserve to know what your life has become over the years because of."
With those words, Emilia sighed and turned to leave the place.
Margie was frozen in place. After a long time, she suddenly burst into tears and laughed out loud.
It turned out that all the misery she had encountered in her life was because of such a reason.
It was a long, long time before Margie suddenly picked up her phone.
She had been locked up here, but he had not cut her off from the outside world.
So she finally contacted Oscar, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Come back and see me some time. There are some things that you should explain in front of me. If you don't come back, what you'll see next is my corpse."She had never fought violently against anything, but at this moment, she suddenly decided she was going to do something about it.
With that, Margie hung up the phone.
She had never fought violently against anything, but at this moment, she suddenly decided she was going to do something.
There were things and some hatreds that she had repressed for too many years.
By today, she was almost going crazy.
At home, Georgia was at work today as normal. She and Antonio were still busy in the lab.
Aston suddenly received a message from Kayden.
He immediately darted back to the flat where he was staying and got on the video call.
The next second, he saw the person he had been missing day and night on the video.