- How many words do I have to turn to?
Jared endured silent time in front of his father, who I thought he wanted to talk to.
Inside, he asks Olivier, who has gone to his late mother's room, to come back soon for help.
I wish Johann could at least tell me something, but enough silence has been kept.
For Jared, who has endured battles as a magician and the harsh training of master Almeida, I thought most things would be tolerable.
- But I can't do this.
I even thought about telling you something from this one, but I don't know what to tell you and I can't find the words.
Until now, it is only from the point of mindfulness that the relationship with the father has been rare, temporarily hateful and even murderous, and there is no way that we can accept it immediately because we were told how much love we had, that it was a misunderstanding.
I'm trying. I still can't hide my shock about my mother, but I want to respond to my honesty with my father, who revealed his story sincerely.
That's not why it can come with thoughtful words, etc., and it's the current situation that I'm having trouble with.
"Well, what, me and you had a lot going on. I understand that you made me suffer, and I know that you resent me."
Johan finally opened his mouth to Jared, who was desperate to find the words.
"Jared - I'm so sorry for what I did to you."
It was the voice of apology that spilled out of my father's mouth.
Words were the weak ones, but my father's eyes are directed straight at Jared. Understand that it is a sincere apology for an attitude that does not detract from even having a gaze.
"Never mind, I can't tell you if my mouth is ripped"
"I know."
"What was hidden was a shock"
"Absolutely. Sorry."
"But I don't resent you anymore, and I don't want to do anything more now. No more apologies. If you just apologize once, that's fine."
I'm sure you can't flush everything down into the water, and the past doesn't change.
For Jared, even in the past, where I've had hard feelings, I've had a good encounter. I can protect my loved ones with the power I have cultivated.
So, that's enough.
"Looking back, I think it was a surprisingly blessed life. So that's enough."
It was Jared's true intent not to lie.
It was amazingly easy for me to convey my feelings myself, because I'm sure I'm happy now.
I have Olivier and the others who tell me it's family.
Some puphiles fought as enemies but slept with wonder.
Blessed were my friends, and I went out with my brother and my good master. The acquaintances are good people too.
I've met many malicious people, but still, my surroundings are so bright that I think I'm blessed.
In response to Jared's words, Johan said a small word of gratitude.
That was the time,
"I'm sorry, but, Jared, you're my father-in-law, I found you. Wow!
By Olivier, who showed up with the momentum to kick through the door, the father and son were astonished by it.
"What is it, Olivier?
"Here, take a look at this!
"Diary, is it?
"Yes, it's a diary. I found this in Liz's room earlier!
I remember my mother keeping a diary. But not enough to bring excitement.
"Are you sure the bookkeeping was Liz's that day?
"Yeah, it belongs to Liz."
"But I don't recognize you. I should have organized the artifacts..."
Olivier put his hand on his hip and put up a diary in a voice that he suspected belonged to his mother.
"If you're a woman, I have a diary just for you. It's not like some men are, you know, hiding an affair or something."
"Uh, there is, a hidden diary, or something with a black history that I don't want anyone to see after I die. Could you, Olivier?
"Then don't say anything stupid. I wouldn't do that. I keep a diary, but it doesn't say anything that people can't see. In the first place, a diary is not meant to show anyone else."
Olivier was upset to hide in Jared, convinced that he was right.
As I said publicly, there are no hidden diaries. Except he's hiding something worse.
A paranoid novel that spells out everyday stress and depression. The portrayal is a little drastic, and the content of the paranoid drooling that women who read all the romance novels without falling in love with each other is secretly written. If a third party sees you, even if you are seen by a mother you love wholeheartedly, you will certainly die of shame.
"Olivier, are you sure the diary in that hand belongs to Liz?
"Yes, and it's what I was looking for."
"What does that mean? I don't know what Olivier wants to say."
I agreed with Jared's father.
I have my mother's journal, as Olivier also discovered in the treasure, but how much meaning does it have in its contents? Regardless, I'd like to know my mother's memory of her lifetime, but I've heard about my father, and that's a little scary, too.
Though I wonder how many dead people are in the first place, I also wonder if I can look at someone else's diary on my own.
"I, Liz, wanted to know your true heart. With all due respect, I searched the room and found it. And the content was exactly what I thought it would be."
"... no way"
Johann, who finally understood Olivier's words intentions, trembles from anxiety and anticipation.
Jared is something similar. It's the child my mother wanted, but there was no love there. But if that's a mistake - and I think about it that way, there's no choice because of the child.
Even if I remember my mother loving me, maybe - I get anxious.
"I've already looked through you, but look at your father-in-law. It says the facts you need to know."
Having said that, Olivier proceeded to Johan and handed him the diary.
Johan strokes the cover of an old diary as his son and his fiancée gather their gaze. There was a faint scent of perfume that my late wife used regularly.
By chewing on nostalgia, he fought anxiety and gently opened his journal.