Chapter 181 Let Go of Hatred

Upon hearing this, the fat and kind-hearted Ms. Susan immediately looked out from behind the kitchen window, with a friendly smile on her face.

But after seeing the stranger following little Sebastian, her smile froze immediately, but she still gritted her teeth and squeezed out a reluctant word.

"No... it's okay, I... don't... mind!"

The naive Sebastian didn't see through Ms. Susan's poor acting skills at all, but excitedly invited Mr. John to enter his best friend's home.

As soon as he entered the door, he shouted into the dining room: "Hey, Caroline, what are your plans tomorrow? Why don't we go fishing together?"

Watson also slowly followed behind the other party and walked into the unusually clean house. The walls of the house were all painted in a warm milky white, and the exposed wooden beams were a lovely light pink.

Even the furniture such as the dining table, dining chairs and sofas were brightly colored, and there were vases with beautiful flowers in them. There were all kinds of handicrafts in the hall.

It can be seen that this Ms. Susan must be a person who loves life very much.

The young girl with a beautiful face and playful freckles on both sides of her nose was sitting on the edge of the dining table shyly. She heard Sebastian's call and was about to shout in response, but when she saw the stranger who came into the house, she swallowed her words unconsciously.

When Sebastian came to Susan, he seemed to have unleashed his nature and seemed to be particularly relaxed. He was completely different from the reserved and polite appearance at the homes of the first three townspeople. He sat down at the edge of the dining table, picked up the small cake on the plate and put it in his mouth, chewing it with big mouthfuls, and then raised his thumb and exclaimed.

"Well - Susan's cake tastes the best!"

Susan, who had already walked out of the open kitchen, slapped the boy's hand that was reaching for the plate again, and said in a serious but caring manner: "You are getting more and more disobedient as you grow up. I have told you many times to wash your hands before eating!"

Sebastian then scratched his head and smiled shyly, and went to the kitchen to wash his hands obediently, and Watson naturally followed him.

The three people in Ilkesmouth were discussing the recent interesting things in the town, such as the sow of someone's family gave birth to fifteen piglets in one litter; the old man next door caught a fifteen-pound fish two days ago, and was so happy that he carried the fish around the town for three or five times before going home;

However, when Watson was washing his hands in the kitchen, he keenly caught a piece of information, which was said by Susan.

"Alas... when I went out to exchange food this morning, I heard that three more residents in our town died last night."

"First, Mr. Fay, who lives alone, is said to have fallen asleep on the sofa after drinking alone in the middle of the night, without a blanket covering him. When the fireplace went out late at night, he died in his sleep."

"And Hardy and Celestine, this old couple in their sixties, seemed to have suddenly wanted to try to give birth to a child last night. They were so old that they wanted to do that kind of thing. In the end, the two of them were so excited that they suddenly died. Died in the bed——" Ms. Susan was still telling the sad news of the death, but the next second she said: "By the way, little Sebastian, when are you going to get married? Our Caroline can't wait any longer, why not hold a wedding together at your coming-of-age ceremony?"

This sudden attack from her own mother made Caroline blush immediately, and she interrupted in shame: "Mom!"

Susan looked at little Sebastian, who was also blushing, with a loving, doting, and gratified smile on her face, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the boy who was about to become her son-in-law.

At this time, Watson also washed his hands and sat down. Ms. Susan's smile became stiff again. She no longer gossiped and laughed at her daughter, but just said concisely: "Let's eat."

The lunch ended quickly in such a discord. Afterwards, Sebastian and Caroline, the two young people, hid upstairs and whispered. Only Watson, who was sitting idly, and Ms. Susan, who was washing the dishes, were left on the first floor.

Watson was wondering if this lady would suddenly attack him like the townspeople before him. Should he be the first to spread the moth scales?

But after thinking for a while, he rejected this idea. Although Ms. Susan in front of him also showed hatred and resentment, she was obviously different from the three townspeople who were alone before.

She was a mother, a mother who longed to see her daughter's beautiful appearance after wearing a wedding dress.

The hatred in Ms. Susan's heart had been diluted a lot by maternal love.

And judging from the decoration style of this room, she was not a woman obsessed with revenge. She was working hard for a better life.

Watson thought that maybe he could try to gain the trust of this mother, and maybe he could get some clues about the library from her.

The heart image he had had the ability to empathize. By adjusting the pulsation frequency of the heart image to be consistent with the recipient, the words of the steps could also convey vague information that was more like some kind of emotion.

So Watson slowly stood up, and as he took a step, his toes tapped the wooden floor lightly, and the pulsation of the heart image was adjusted to a frequency that was extremely similar to the weak heartbeat in the heart perception.

Susan was washing the dishes carefully. She had to focus all her attention on the stains on the dishes in front of her, so that she could temporarily forget the stranger in the living room, forget the pain and sorrow of the night when she was pregnant and full of expectations but only waited for the news of her husband's death, and dilute the anger and hatred that kept emerging in her heart.

She repeatedly wiped the clean and bright white porcelain dishes with a dishcloth, but she still refused to stop, repeatedly wiping with all her strength, making the smooth dishes make a sizzling sound.

She felt that in such a sound, her heart seemed to usher in a trace of tranquility, as if a low and gentle voice was echoing in her head.

"Susan, let it go, let go of the hatred of the past, and you can welcome a better future."

"Think about your daughter, do you want Caroline to be bound by hatred for life like you?"

"Don't you want her to build a beautiful and harmonious family with little Sebastian?"

"Don't you want to be a kind and lovely grandmother with a warm smile on her face?"

"Hatred accumulates from generation to generation and will only become a burden that the family can never get rid of... Let it go, let go of all the hatred, embrace a happy tomorrow, and cherish the warmth of the present."