The entanglement Between Two Generations Helen's POV: The notebook in which my father had
recorded the highlights of his love and career had turned yellow with age.
I turned page by page and discovered my father's inner journey that spanned more than a decade.
This was the first time that I had peeked into his inner world.
My parents used to be very strict with me.
If I did something wrong, I would be disciplined immediately.
Even if I excelled at something, I was never rewarded.
So after his demise, it was inevitable for me to wonder иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм about who was more important
to him: Jane or me? It was not until after reading snippets of his diary that I realized that my father had
always loved my mother and me deeply.
His love for us had not changed.
Years after my father passed away, I finally got the answer to the question that had been bothering me.
I had some closure but I was still confused.
How did Libby and Jane feature in our story? Did he also love them as much as he loved us? Nothing
appeared to be black and white.
There were too many grey areas.
Just then George's concerned voice came through, interrupting my thoughts.
"Helen, are you okay?” His voice was full of tenderness.
I wiped my tears and rushed to open the door.
Then I threw myself into his arms, holding on to him for dear life.
“What's wrong?” George asked, flicking my hair back.
His expression conveyed great worry.
I rested my face in his chest and shook my head slowly.
"I'm fine.
I just found out that Dad wrote to Mom and me before he took his life." I felt George's body stiffen when
he heard my words.
Dad had mentioned George's father, Morton in his diary.
When Morton was transferred to Philly, Dad had already anticipated his end.
After calming down, I raised my head.
“Have you any idea what happened to my father?" As far as I knew, my father was always an upright
and honest man.
Not only in front of my mother and I, but also in front of others.
His character was blemish-free.
But then he committed suicide.
What drove him to such a tragic end? The authorities had searched my house back then but didn't find
anything.
I didn't know that it was George's father who handled the case.
George explained, "I remember something.
Your father passed away suddenly.
Since the superior in charge could not find anything conclusive, the case remained cold.
It was rumored that he had committed suicide to protect his accomplices.
My father's career was also seriously affected by this case.” “So was your father instrumental in my
father's death?" If that were the case, then fate had played a very cruel trick on me.
It pushed George and me to fall in love.
When I could not extricate myself from the situation, I realized that there was a gap between us that
would be impossible to bridge.
If my mother found out that the husband she selected for me was the son of the man who had driven
her own husband to commit suicide, she would die of a broken heart.
“Helen, it's much more complicated than that.
They all had their own issues.
We cannot just speculate who caused whose death.” "Yes.
If my dad did something wrong, then he deserves to die.
I also acknowledge that your father was merely carrying out his duty.
He should not be blamed.” It seemed to make sense.
But I was still uneasy.
There were loose ends that needed to be tied up.
I needed more time to assimilate all the information.
“Helen, I've told you before that as long as we are together, no matter what happens, we can trudge
through the snow and reach our new destination.
We cannot change the past.
Then let's try and focus on what lies ahead instead, okay?” I didn't answer him because I could not
tolerate all that had happened.
George's mother was totally against our relationship from the moment she found out about it.
If she knew that who my father was, she would hit the roof.
The stakes were high.
When we got back, I considered our honeymoon phase over.
I would drive myself insane overthinking at home, so I decided to go back to work at the law office.
When Anya and Phil saw me back at the office so soon, they were both surprised.
Seeing that I was in a foul mood, Phil teased, "What happened? Got divorced?" I didn't find his joke
funny.
I turned on the computer and ignored his dumb question.
Phil, being the caring soul that he always was, asked Anya to have lunch with me during our lunch
break.
They assumed that George and I must have quarreled, hence the short honeymoon.
Anya comforted me.
"All couples quarrel! Don't be too sad.
Put a smile on that dial!" I explained, "George and I didn't quarrel.
Something happened at home, so we had to come back ahead of time." иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм Anya then
asked with concern, "Is there anything that we can help you with? If you need any help, feel free to ask
us." “Thank you. But I can handle this one.” I appreciated their kindness.
But this was a family matter and not for the consumption of others.
After lunch, we went back to the law firm together.
Then, out of the blue, I received a text message from George's mother.
"How are you related to Bob Dewar?" My heart almost jumped out of my chest cavity.
I felt as if someone had smacked me with a hard snowball on the nose.
My hands started trembling.
It took me a long time to get a hold of myself.
I cooled down my anxiety.
"He is my father.” My reply was succinct.
My body froze from the cold breeze and was exacerbated by my renewed fear.
I stood still whilst Anya and Phil walked ahead.
Soon George's mother sent another shocking message.
"Helen, leave whatever you are doing and come to me right away, or your mother will die today!" At the
mention of my mother, I panicked.
"Mrs.
Affleck, please don't go to my mother.
I'm on my way to see you now." My mother's condition had finally stabilized a little.
She couldn't be provoked or antagonized anymore.
If she knew that George's father was involved in Dad's death, she would be deeply hurt and this would
reverse the mental progress she had made.
Noticing that I was not walking with them, Anya and Phil came back to me, suspecting that something
was amiss.
"Helen! What's wrong? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” I didn't have time to answer their
questions and sprinted towards the garage.
Phil caught up with me and grabbed my arm.
“Where are you going in such a hurry? Let me drive you there." I was inno state to drive, so I agreed.
I gave Phil the address and we were on our way.
I sent numerous messages to George's mother, but she neglected to reply to any of them.
I even tried to video call her, but she cut off all my calls.
I was so upset, that I began to bawl.
As a last resort, I иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм sent her a voice message.
"My mother knows nothing.
Please leave her out of this.
Don't hurt her, please! I'm on my way.
I'll be there soon!” With her temper and high status, she would be able to barge into the hospital with no
problems.
I didn’t know if she would listen to my pleas, but I kept begging her.
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