That quilt, my mother, Helena Wijnbergen, spent three months of her precious time and energy to make it.
She who never touched needles and thread had their fingers pricked and covered with blood.
On the eve of the wedding, she even smiled and stuffed the quilt into my hand, saying, "Dear, I wish you happiness for the rest of your life."
Soon, I arrived, but my belongings in front of the villa were gone.
Only half an hour.
I said I would come, so was he so impatient to kick me out?
My anger suddenly surged up and I pushed open the door of the villa and rushed in.
The moment I pushed the door open, I felt like I was falling into an icy cave.
Margot Leander sat on the edge of the dining table. Cornell held her waist with both hands, his cheek pressed against her bulging belly, his eyes and brows were dazzlingly gentle.
"Cornell!" Margot exclaimed softly. "The baby kicked me."
He immediately got closer to her, with a smile on his face that I had never seen before. "So naughty, just like when you were a kid."
His gaze was so gentle and warm on her. "I wish my eyes were like yours."
Margot pursed her lips and smiled.
He gave her a kiss on the lips deeply and his tone became guilty. "Are you really planning to give birth to the baby and leave? Actually ... you can stay, I can take good care of you and the baby. How can such a young child live without a mother?"
Margot reached out her index finger and put it on his lips, shaking her head. "No, Cornell, if I don't leave, what about Hailey?"
Hearing her mention my name, Cornell was stunned for a moment and then his face darkened.
"She? She's just saying breaking up with me out of spite. When the baby is born, she'll ask me to come back and help take care of the baby. She's a daughter of a merchant family, she only cares about profit, she doesn't have any dignity."
"Have you forgotten how she rushed to be my girlfriend? That disgusting face of hers makes me sick just thinking about it now."
My tears silently fell down.
It turned out that my brave confession back then disgusted him for so many years.
The Leander Family were renowned expert in language and literature in Rivendell and Cornell was the youngest professor of language and literature in Rivendell.
Five years ago, he came to my father, Edward Wijnbergen, with a handwritten book, asking him to invest in Brainwave Academy.