Later, Ivan and Emilia almost finished all the projects in the amusement park.
Emilia finally felt hungry in the afternoon.
"I'm hungry. Let's go to eat something."
Ivan went with Emilia to a barbecue shop.
"When I was a child, the butler and the elders didn't allow me to eat junk food. They didn't allow me to eat any unhealthy food. At that time, I wanted to be obedient, but now I want to try everything. In fact, I have already tried these in my memory, but it is just the memory. For me, this is the first time."
"As long as you won't hurt yourself, I will be with you no matter what you do."
Emilia smiled faintly and continued to eat, but she suddenly felt moved.
After the meal, she said to the man in front of her.
"Before we go to find Mr. Crimson, let's have a trip around the world. No scheduled time, no scheduled place. I want to go everywhere I like. Can you accompany me?"
"Of course I can. When we go back, you can make a plan where you want to go for the first stop and then buy the ticket. We have nothing to deal with now, so we can slowly travel all over the world. It doesn't matter even if you want to travel for a year or more."
After hearing that, Emilia chuckled.
"If we really spend a year or more, doesn't it mean that she will always be asleep? That's not good. I know I will be fully connected with her one day. She will wake up and cheer up, and know everything I have done. What she lacks will finally be there for her."
These words made Ivan feel a little sad. He didn't know what to say. Emilia smiled again.
"Don't think about it anymore. After I go back, I'll read the introductions of those famous places and see which places I'm interested in. Then we'll buy the tickets."
They returned to the hotel, talking and laughing. On their way back, they didn't drive but walked hand in hand on the street.
They strolled intimately. That kind of happiness was simple and pure. They didn't need to do or say anything, because they had already felt happy.
Margie had been silent for a whole day at home. She didn't eat or do anything but just sat there quietly.
That night, Margie was drawing in her art studio.
She was concentrated, drawing according to the memory in her mind.
Hearing the door open and the familiar footsteps, Margie didn't move but continued to draw on the drawing board.
Finally, a shadow covered the drawing board. Margie finally raised her head.
She suddenly showed a smile.
"Turn around and see if this one is the same as it was years ago."
Oscar turned around quietly. He was stunned when he saw the painting.
"It's the photo of us when we got married. I have been drawing this picture according to the photo all these years. At that time, there was still a smile in your eyes, but it seemed that I didn't smile much, right?"
"How happy you were at that time. At the beginning of our marriage, you were really good to me. You were excellent enough, and you were gentle to me. So I thought that it should be good if we were together like this for a lifetime. I had such a wonderful hope, and then I indulged myself in it because I wanted to enjoy the feeling of being loved. Oscar, you were really nice at that time."
"Why do you talk about the past?"
Oscar said lightly. Margie smiled again.
"Why can't I mention it? Do you want to forget what happened between us in the past? Are you so coward? I often recall these things over the years and even recall all the sweet moments in the past. I think that I can hold on only because of that. I even cowardly hoped and waited for you to come back. I waited for you to apologize to me and to come back to me one day, even if you have hurt me so much. Am I particularly stupid and funny?"
"Have you ever ever considered forgiving me after I hurt you so much?"
Oscar asked in shock. Margie just smiled at the man in front of her.
"How can you know it if you don't ask? I thought I might forgive you if you could come back to me and be nice to me like what you had done years ago. Maybe I would forget the pain after ten, twenty, or thirty years. Why don't you think so? Am I so stubborn in your eyes? Do you think I am the kind who will take you to hell together? If so, why didn't I just die with you? I have been silently being your wife for so many years, so why do you think I'm hating you so much?"
Oscar was shocked by Margie's words. He didn't expect that she would say such words. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
He just felt sad and guilty. It seemed that he suddenly understood what Emilia had said to him many times.
"You are the most cowardly idiot in the world!"
He seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of those words. He had always been cold and silent, but now he felt a little moved and guilty. He even could not stand steadily.
Margie giggled.
"Why are you so frightened as if you were the injured one? Let me think. What kind of pain have you suffered? When you found out that you mistook me for someone else, you were ashamed and vented your anger on me. This was not painful, was it? After all, I was the one who was forced to have an abortion in the hospital, and I was also the one who suffered from a massive hemorrhage. Why do you always look like a victim? It was you who brought the wrong person back home."
Oscar didn't dare to say anything. Margie said with a smile.
"After that, the woman you loved died. Not long after, you came back with a baby in your arms. You said that this was your daughter and would be raised as my daughter. Then you said that you didn't want to marry anyone else in the future. You didn't want to divorce and let me keep this position. At that time, I really hoped that we two could make peace for the rest of our lives. That woman was already dead, wasn't she?"
"I didn't hope that you would fall in love with me anymore. I just hoped that we could get along well in the future. I also hoped that you could be merciful to me. I was too humble. I have been hoping for so many years, and I have always endured my bad temper and tried not to blame you. Also, I didn't even quarrel with you, just for the safety of my family. I even thought that one day you would see that I was still waiting for you here. In the beginning, I even thought about raising Emilia kindly, but you were too strange."
"Since you brought your daughter back, you often didn't come back home. Except for the family reunion gathering that your father asked for, I might meet you no more than ten times a year. Oscar, do you know what I was thinking at that time? I thought you must have hated me so much that you even didn't want to see me, and even because you hated me, you didn't want to see your daughter. I often wondered what I have done to make you hate me so much. It was you who mistook me for someone else, and it has nothing to do with me that the woman you loved died. Did I owe you in my previous life? So I'm here to atone for my sin."
"I've been tolerating all of these for so many years, but in the end, my blood finally became cold. I was not in the mood to get along well with Emilia. She's your daughter, not mine. Even you were irresponsible. You didn't see her often, so why should I be so nice to her?"
Margie said this while Oscar kept silent.
He just stood there silently. At last, she suddenly took the painting in front of him and tore it up in front of Oscar.
"You must know that Emilia came to see me, right? Oscar, you're the most ridiculous person I've ever seen. I've told you so many words, and I've shown you all of my thoughts in the past. But what have you done? Why are you looking at me in silence just like this? Why don't you even apologize to me? Don't I deserve your apology?"