Chapter 268
+25 BONUS
Daphine watched from the side and couldn’t help but chime in. “Lara, just forgive Beau already! What kind of mother refuses to forgive her child?”
Bean asked, “What do I have to do for you to forgive me, Mommy? I can give you my card to use!”
Niamh had always loved swiping his cand, so Beau believed that his black card was the most valuable thing he had -something everyone wanted.
Elara took a deep breath. “Bean, forgiving someone isn’t just about forgiving them once.
“If I forgive you today, then every day from now on, every thine I cook, every time I make chicken noodle soup, I’ll have to forgive you all over again.
“When I hear Niamh’s name, I’ll have to forgive you once more.
“When I see your father and remember the things you said to me and the things you did in the Fisher household, I’ll have to face my wounds again and again, forcing myself to be gracious and forgiving every single time.”
She saw the tears welling up in Beau’s eyes. He was truly heartbroken, and he was about to cry.
“From now on, will you ever dare to ride a motorcycle again?” she asked.
Beau sobbed while shaking his head. “I won’t anymore. I’m scared.”
Elara’s voice remained calm. “Exactly. And so am I. You’d fear the snake too once it has bitten you. Except your were bitten on your body, and I was bitten in my heart.”
Beau shook his head as big tears rolled down his cheeks. “Im not a snake… I’m your son…”
“In my marriage to your father, I should have walked away much sooner. But I couldn’t let go of you and Merida, knowing I couldn’t take both of you with me when I divorced him.
“My children were like the palm and the back of my hand how could I bear to part with either of you?
“But in the end, it was you who helped me make the decision to finally free myself from that suffocating marriage.
The thought of divorce had lingered in Elara’s mind for a long time.
Because she had been preparing for it, she thoroughly understood all of Harvey’s assets and available liquid funds.
That was how, the moment she made her decision, she was able to place the divorce papers and a well–reasoned post–marriage asset distribution plan in front of him.
After giving birth, her maternal instincts had taken over. Her chest would ache at the sound of her children crying, and her body would urge her to nurse them, to soothe them to sleep.
She had worried about them day and night–afraid they would kick off their blankets, suffer from colic, or catch at
cold.
For five years, she had watched them grow from babbling toddlers with unsteady steps to running and jumping children
And in the end, it was five–year–old Beau who had shoved her away, freeing her from the role of being his mother. He granted her the final push to leave the Fisher family.
Beau couldn’t stop himself from wailing. The tears kept falling, and even lifting his hands was a struggle as he sat in the wheelchair.
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“Mr. Beau, please don’t cry! The doctor said you can’t get to emotional because it’s bad for your recovery!” Mary urged from beside him.
But Beau could only watch as Elara, holding Merida’s hand, ascended the steps. This time, she was truly leaving him behind.
“Mommy!” His desperate cry tore through the air like the mournful wail of a wounded bird.
Merida’s heart clenched. She lifted her head, wanting to say something, but when she saw Elara’s face that was pale as a sheet, her words caught in her throat.
Elara’s eyelashes trembled, and only the last shred of her rationality kept her from being consumed by the excruciating pain gnawwing at her.
Then, there was a loud thud!
Beau tumbled from his wheelchair, hitting the ground like a discarded sack.
