Queen Revenge

I spent three days and three nights in front of Walker Richter’s headstone and finally fainted in front of it before Martin Mo could take me back.

When I woke up, I didn’t eat or drink, and Martin Mo was so angry that he had to give me a nutrient infusion to hang me.

Fiona Croix was also anxious when she saw me like this: [Don’t be like this, okay, you’re torturing yourself like this, Walker Richter won’t be able to come back, are you letting him feel uneasy in the ground as well.]

I turned my godless eyes and asked her numbly, “Do you think Walker Richter will come back to life because he’s worried about me, he’s so uneasy about me, how can he bear to keep me in the world, right.”

[Alva.] Fiona Croix was shocked by my words, she grabbed my hand and said urgently: [People can’t come back to life after death, you still have a long way to go in the future, there’s no hurdle you can’t get through in this world, I will always be there to get through it, don’t think any more, you haven’t closed your eyes for two days now, go to sleep will you.]

Jack Astor and Dailey Rovella got married on New Year’s Day. I know that Fiona Croix’s heart was hurting too, the man she loved, the father of her baby married someone else, but she didn’t have time to grieve, instead she was worried about me, and comforted me, and I didn’t want to make her worry.

I also want to sleep, but I don’t dare to close my eyes, ah, once I close my eyes, my mind is full of Walker Richter’s shadow, those fragmented memory fragments reorganized, I just reacted to Walker Richter, he had long ago told me the words of goodbye, he knew that he wouldn’t live long, and he told me to take good care of myself, don’t let myself get hurt.

And I didn’t realize at the time that those were his last words.

I wondered how hard it must have been for Walker Richter’s heart when he said those words.

I closed my eyes as the tears slipped away once again.

I nodded, “Okay, I won’t ruminate, I’ll sleep well, eat well, and live well.”

Walker, if that’s what you want, I’ll do what you want.

Fiona Croix cooked me a bowl of pasta and I literally ate it all, and with my tears, swallowed it all.

I obeyed and lay down on my bed, closed my eyes and slept well.

I wished that Walker Richter would come into my dreams, so that I could see him one more time, just one more time.

But he never entered my dreams.

After Walker Richter’s death, Mr. Richter’s mother announced his retirement and the Richter Group was taken over by Ben Richter.

This was to be expected, Ben Richter’s purpose had finally been achieved.

Just half a month after Walker Richter’s death, Tina Deross was born prematurely, adding a son to Ben Richter’s family, but it was a sickly child with defects. I heard from Martin Mo that Ben Richter took his son to many doctors and sent him abroad, but no one could do anything, and the child was kept alive by expensive medication.

Martin Mo did not marry Shirley Hill, but the engagement between the two was not broken, only postponed, as to when the two tied the knot, that is unknown.

Walker Richter died a month later, I returned to Jetfast Logistics to work, every day week after week cycle of the whole day’s work, like a clockwork machine, numbly repeated.

Paul did not know what reason was fired, the new director Wang is a fat-headed man, I heard that Joyce Parvis is a distant relative, Ben Richter will be arranged.

I was a bit puzzled, Paul was also Ben Richter’s man, why did he fire Paul for no reason and put a relative who knew nothing on the job.

Ben Richter should also know that I went back to work, but did not come to find me trouble, perhaps, I was a woman, not a threat to him.

My colleague Eric handed me an invitation this day, he is getting married, let me go to attend, dip happy.

“Congratulations.”

I forced a smile and took the invitation, “I’ll be there.”

Eric sighed, “President Richter has been gone for so long, Alva, it’s time for you to go too.”

I froze, I never told Eric about my relationship with Walker Richter, why did he know that I had been depressed because of Walker Richter?

Eric saw my doubt and said, “Actually I am President Richter’s person, the first day you came to Jet Express Logistics, President Richter knew about it, and he specially instructed me to take good care of you, in fact Paul is also President Richter’s person, Ben Richter Fired Paul, also because of this reason, just did not expect President Richter such a good person, gone so suddenly.”

It turned out that Walker Richter had paved the way for me without my knowledge.

I also suddenly understood who the mystery client was that Paul used to see in the neighboring city, it was Walker Richter.

“So why did Ben Richter keep you?”

Eric shrugged and laughed, “Probably because I wasn’t much of a threat to him, or maybe, I was in the next batch of people to be laid off.”

Eric wasn’t afraid of being fired at all, North City is so big that Ben Richter can’t cover the sky with one hand, as long as he has hands and feet, where can’t he survive?

After work, I went to the subway as usual.

I didn’t live with Fiona Croix again, nor did I go back to the Hill family, and I refused the place Martin Mo offered me.

I rented a single room outside and began to live without Walker Richter.

Once I was terrified of him bothering me, but now it was a luxury to think that he would bother me.

I went back to my rented house, ordered myself a bowl of noodles, and lounged on the couch watching boring soap operas to pass the time.

It was New Year’s Eve.

The snow in the north city is falling even more heavily, I look at the drifting snow outside the window, sometimes still suddenly shed tears.

On Chinese New Year’s Day, I declined Fiona Croix’s invitation and Martin Mo’s invitation, excused myself from Frank Hill, and cooked two soup dumplings and went to the cemetery, where the hot dumplings cooled down in a few moments after they were brought out. I sat in front of Walker Richter’s gravestone, ate the dumplings one by one, and talked to him about the interesting things I had encountered these days, my daily life, and my life. I talked to Walker Richter about the interesting things I had encountered in these days and the daily routine.

After finishing the last dumpling, I took a long breath, looked at him on the tombstone, and raised a smile, “Grandma once said that you are a cold person on the outside and a hot person on the inside, Walker Richter, wait for me on the Naihe Bridge, in the next life, we have to meet again, so that I can get to know you well, okay.”

All my life, I never got to know this man, and while I hated him, he was quietly paving the way for me, never explaining a word.

After staying in the cemetery for an hour, my hands and feet were already cold, I rubbed my hands, and huffed white air, “Walker Richter, I’m so cold, I’ll stay with you here today, I’ll come back to see you some other day, okay, right, today’s the New Year’s Eve, let’s discuss something, you enter my dream, okay, I miss you so much, I miss you so much.”

Snowflakes drifted down and landed on the tombstone, I took this as him promising me.

I carried my empty bowl and was ready to leave when I turned around to see Fin Wilson standing five meters away holding SWEETHEART.

She should have been here for a while.

Sweetheart was wearing a pink dress and a pink hat, and her face was flushed, especially pretty.

I haven’t seen her for a long time, but she looks more and more like Walker Richter.

Sweetheart seemed to remember me, and when she saw me, she reached out to me and softly shouted, “Mommy, hug.”

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If my first child with Walker Richter was still alive, she would be Sweetheart’s age.

I wanted to hug sweetheart so badly, and I wanted her to be my daughter, but alas, I couldn’t, and she wasn’t my daughter.

I nodded at Fin Wilson as a greeting and brushed past her, I didn’t hate or resent her for putting me in a mental institution because she was Walker Richter’s mother.

After I took a few steps, sweetheart suddenly burst into tears, and as I walked forward, the cries became more and more heartbreaking, and Fin Wilson couldn’t coax her out of it, so she called out to me, “Alva Hill, wait.”

Sweetheart’s cries were like an invisible hand squeezing my heart, making it hurt more with every step I took.

As soon as Fin Wilson made a sound, I immediately paused and turned back, calling out to her, “Auntie.”

I was no longer related to Walker Richter, and it wasn’t appropriate to call her mom anymore.

Auntie was the most appropriate.

Fin Wilson frowned and said, “You hug sweetheart.”

Fin Wilson’s words took me by surprise, after all, she still looked at me with hate in her eyes, only stronger than when she was in the asylum, yet she was willing to let me get close to sweetheart.

I froze for a moment, and Fin Wilson’s face sank, “What, no?”

I was afraid that she would regret it, and immediately stepped forward to pick up SWEETHEART.

SWEETHEART’s soft body was held in my arms, causing an inexplicable sourness in the bottom of my heart.

Originally crying sweetheart, once in my arms did not cry, the eyes curiously rolling, hands also restlessly grasp my hair to play.

Walker Richter is gone, sweetheart is without a father at a young age, who is the mother is not known, when I think of this, my heart is even more difficult.

“You hold sweetheart out of the snow while I talk to Walker.”

Fin Wilson’s face was colder than this weather.

If it wasn’t for sweetheart, I wouldn’t want to spend one more second with Fin Wilson.

I carried sweetheart to the pavilion in front of me to wait for Fin Wilson. sweetheart can walk now, I put her down to walk, she still treats me as her mom, she shouts out every now and then, “Ma Ma.”

Every time sweetheart shouted, I couldn’t help but have sore eyes.

Fin Wilson quickly paid his respects to Walker Richter and walked toward us, “Let’s go.”

In order to hold sweetheart for a while longer, I walked Fin Wilson to the parking lot of the cemetery before I reluctantly gave her sweetheart, but she suddenly asked, “Where do you live?”