I finished dealing with all the matters at the hospital, called the car and prepared to take my mother's body home, but she still didn't show up.

Sure enough, it was the same as always.

I secretly laughed at myself. I shouldn't have any expectations or illusions.

Even if she comes now, what can she do?

What she faces is nothing but my mother's cold body, what else can she do?

Cry a few times?

She was unfilial while my mom was alive, but cries when she is dead.Who would care?

Is it meaningful?

I silently lit a cigarette.

My weak heart still held a glimmer of hope.

The driver of the hearse urged me, "Gene, it's time to go."

"Sure." I got on the car.

Back in the village, I knelt down to my mom and started arranging my mother's funeral.

I was the only child of my mother, so I had to handle everything on my own. I was busy with all kinds of trivial matters and felt overwhelmed.

Hazel called and got angry, saying, "Eugene, where are you guys?"

"I have already taken my mother home," I said calmly.

"Eugene, are you playing me?" Instead of apologizing for her repeated lateness, Hazel began to blame me.

I said weakly, "I didn't play you. My mother really needs to go home."

Hazel was very unhappy and scolded me on the phone, "In the morning, you were the one who said mom wanted to see her grandson and asked me to come with Lucas. You kept urging me on the phone one by one. Now that I'm here, you're gone!

"Even if there's an emergency and you need to leave the hospital in a hurry, can't you wait for me a little longer?

"Terry wanted me to stay and have dinner with him, but I refused. But you..."

When I heard her mention her ex's name, I hung up the phone directly.

I didn't know when it started.

All of this seemed to be taken for granted by her.

Just like last year, when my mother had her 70th birthday, we planned to have a simple gathering with our family because my mother was not in good health. We were all happy as a family.

But when it was time to eat, because of a phone call from Terry, Hazel immediately asked me to drive her back to the city to meet Terry.

She didn't think it was strange at all, and even thought it was natural.

I got angry with her.

But she didn't care and said, "We can celebrate birthday every year, do you really need to make such a fuss?"

She left in a taxi with a displeased look on her face.

But when it was Terry's 31st birthday, she acted like Terry's own parents, helping him clean the house, decorating the venue, and helping with buying groceries and cooking, without any complaints.

I argued with her again, "Who do you think you are to him? Do you really need to be so involved?"

With a joyful expression on her face, she said, "Come on, don't be jealous. Terry rarely celebrates his birthday. It's a rare and festive day today. Don't spoil the mood. Next time it's your birthday, I'll make it up to you, okay?"

That was how she was repeatedly rubbing salt in my wounds.

I became more and more indifferent towards her.

Until now, my mother was in her eternal sleep, and I felt that it didn't matter much if Hazel was not around.

I no longer paid attention to her and focused on handling the affairs of my mom.

Hazel didn't call me again until the day of the funeral.

Because I hadn't gone home for days, Hazel called me. "Eugene, what are you doing? I'm not even angry, but you are? Don't you want your job or your family now?"

"I only have one home!" I answered the phone coldly and then hung up.

The only place I identified with was my rural hometown.

As for the house in the city, it had long made me feel disheartened and numb.

And my mother's death had made me completely understand some things.

Since Hazel asked me to understand her, I would fulfill her!

Because there were many customs in the countryside regarding these matters, I immediately felt overwhelmed and short-handed.

The relatives in the village asked, "Gene, where are your wife and son? It's already the third day, why haven't they shown up yet?"

Faced with this question, my heart was once again pierced with pain.

Is she still my wife?

She can ignore the matters at home.

But when Terry calls her, she does go to him immediately.

As a normal man, I cannot tolerate this matter and have long been fed up with it.

What was more, my mother's departure also made me completely sober.

She is no longer my wife.

She may already be someone else's wife.

She is not worthy of being the daughter-in-law of our Hill family!

Of course, I could only handle these things coldly. I looked at the relatives and shook my head. "Maybe she is no longer my wife, we are getting divorced soon."

"This..."

They were very surprised.

In the eyes of the people in the village, I was very happy.

After all, when my family was poor, I had a girlfriend from a wealthy family and got married.

I also relied on Hazel to establish myself in the city.

I still remembered the first time Hazel came to my house. She drove a Mercedes, attracting the attention of many people. My mother also laughed happily.

But now, times had changed, and things were no longer the same as they were in the past. Everything had already undergone a qualitative change and would never return to what it was before.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, I felt that their eyes were a bit strange.

I also seemed to feel a gaze behind me, staring at me tightly.

I turned around and looked back.

It was Hazel with my son. The two of them appeared silently behind me...