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Still Wanna Escape After Stealing My Heart? novel Chapter 2167

Vireo could clearly feel that his mother had been working all year round. There was actually no need for him to feel it. The convent was deep in the mountain and there were very few people there. If they had not been working, collecting firewood, and so on, how could they be self-sufficient? He subconsciously felt heartbroken. He felt heartbroken for the old lady in front of him. He felt heartbroken for his biological mother. He did not answer his mother and tell her what he had been through over the years.

However, his mother bent her knees and kneeled. "I'm sorry. I have wronged you. From today on, I will start a hunger strike. I will starve myself to death. From today on, I will curse myself to fall straight into the deepest ends of hell after I die. Let me endure all the sufferings in hell. Let me stay in hell forever."

The old lady was not saying that out of anger. It was more like a kind of guilt and repentance. However, what she said made Vireo feel pain as if his heart had been sliced by a knife.

He bent over and helped his mother, who was kneeling in front of him, up. He then supported her with both his hands and said with difficulty and a catch in his throat. "Mom, you..."

The old lady suddenly raised her head and looked at Vireo with a confused gaze. "You..."

"You are my mom," said Vireo. "When I first saw you for the first time just now, I was already sure of it. Just like how you were also sure that I was your son the first time you saw me. You're my mother, and that can't be changed. I wanted to hate you! Before I saw you, I hated you to the bones. I have always been thinking that if I were to meet you one day, I certainly would let you get the most extreme punishment. I certainly won't forgive you. But, I was wrong. I couldn't do it. Mom! You're a mother. I just couldn't hate you! I am not that heartless, Mom."

Vireo kneeled before the old lady and burst into tears. He was unable to hate his mother, especially when he had seen this plain, gloomy, miserable old day in front of him. Vireo just could not hate her.

"Son..." The mother raised her thin hands to hold on to Vireo. "Hurry and get up. Hurry up and get up, son... I have wronged you. I don't deserve to have you call me your mother. I don't deserve to be another. Ever since my grandmother had died, the only purpose for me to stay alive all these years was to wait. I wanted to wait and see if my son could come to me. If I was able to wait until the day my son comes to me, then I'll apologize to him. If that day never comes, then I'll just die here of old age. God is still very kind to me. I am already so old, but He still lets me take a look at my own son. I am satisfied. I am really satisfied. I am a sinner. It was a mistake for me to fall in love with a man that I shouldn't have. It was a mistake for me to get pregnant out of wedlock. IT was also a mistake to

have given birth to you. After I have given birth to you"

Before the old lady could finish what she had to say, Vireo suddenly heard an incomparably old and excited voice coming from behind him. "Elsa, is that you? Elsa, you... It has been so many years. I had never expected that you're actually...actually still living in the same city as I am. Elsa, do you know I've searched so hard for you back then?"

The old lady and Vireo were both stunned. Immediately after that, Vireo turned his head around. The old lady named Elsa also looked behind Vireo. There were more than ten people standing on the steps that were going downward. Some were young, some were old, and there were both men and women. One of the old men, who had tears streaming down his face, was standing in the forefront. He called out again with a catch in his throat, "Elsa, I...I have finally found you."

The old lady named Elsa, however, sneered bleakly. " Sean Ford, the person that I didn't want to see the most in my life is you. Please leave this place immediately."

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