Chapter 484 - Thorn (6) (2/2)
“Let’s think of the day when I’ even if I do If that day comes, I need somebody who can tell Ella about me”
“Lisa”
“But that’s the problem I just don’t knoho Ella’s father is”
At her shocking confession all of a sudden, he just looked at her blankly, unable to respond
She sht about getting ht I could rely on him, so I wanted to be with him forever until I found out later that he was a married man”
“Oh my God…”
“Yeah, that’s life Our life is full of nonsense all the time Don’t you think so?”
Marco’s expression hardened at her unexpected confession
She said, s cynically, “At that tiave ot pregnant with Ella Marco, should I describe it as my mistake?”
“I don’t know”
“Yeah It would be hard for me to say that it wasn’t a mistake That’s why I didn’t tell anyone about this It wasn’t because I was ashamed I couldn’t say that Ella was born because oflike a ht who saved my life She reached out her hand to me, which was my last hope I could not tell anybody that she was a product of my mistake I can’t or won’t tell anybody about it”
“Then why are you telling me about it?”
“I wanted to tell anybody this time, whoever it was”
She smiled at that moment But her casual smile looked sad Was it because the way he looked at her was sad? Was it because the tears filled in his innocent eyes made her cry?
“You are the first man that I talked to about my story And you’re the last one, too, who has heard about my story because I know you will never tell Ella about it You won’t tell Jack about it Just think you’ve become a priest in the Confession Room Somebody has to listen to my last repentance”
“You don’t have to repent”
“Thank you for saying that”
The tere silent for a ht herself pitiable
“Well,particular But I can’t allow my life to end like that I don’t want to be remembered as a baker that nobody remembers”
“It won’t happen”
She felt he didn’t say it carelessly There was sonore it aswords
When she made a puzzled look, he looked at her with a forced smile
“Lisa, can you follow me for a minute?”
“Uh?”
“Wait aahead He went out of the living roo her relatives and friends
“Oh my God…”
There were people out there—the chefs of Rose Island, the bakery staff, the neighbors who shared Lisa’s bread every day, and Jack and Ella
“Mom, this is what I made,” said Ella
Ella said in a voice, about to cry, or in a voice after crying for a long ti a cake hipped crea at her mother
Lisa blankly knelt before her
Ella gently pushed the cake in front of her and opened her mouth
“Uncle Marco helped me make this, but it’s not beautiful So, help me next time, Mom Will you?”
An ordinary baker? Her description of herself as an ordinary bakery rong fro because there was nobody as not special in this world
“Sure, of course I’ to help you make it next time”