Chapter 737

Mina had been with Marina for a few years, but she had never seen Marina in such a pitiful state.

Marina kept sobbing. “I’ve already lost my parents and my home. I won’t ever be able to stand again,

either.

“I only have these two children. If you tell Ethan about this, he won’t let me see the children ever again.”

Marina tugged at Mina’s pants with great difficulty, pleading with all her might.

Mina had no choice but to say, “I don’t want to see this happening again.”

With that, she left with Connor in her arms. While she treated his swelling, she felt disbelief as well.

How could a mother treat her son like that?

“Does it hurt?”

Connor simply shook his head without saying anything. Mina’s heart broke when she saw how desolate

he looked.

Mina sighed. What a mess.

When Olivia fell ill, the whole Miller family was thrown into chaos as well.

Ethan returned to the small building while Harold sat under a cherry tree. Harold seemed to be mumbling

something.

“Is Grandpa’s illness acting up again?”

“Yes. Ever since Madam Eugenia passed away, Mr. Harold’s illness would come and go. He was quite

well these days, but then Mrs. Miller’s incident happened. Oh, well.”

It wasn’t the season for the cherries on the tree to ripen yet. But Harold kept staring at its branches.

“What are you looking at, Grandpa?”

“I’m waiting for the cherries to turn ripe.”

Ethan was puzzled. “Mr. Thorne, does my grandpa like cherries?”

“I’ve never seen him being particularly fond while he was sober. But when his illness acts up, he would

often sit under the cherry trees.

“Now that I think about it, he had someone plant these trees two years ago. He loved to sit under the

Ethan asked, “Does my grandma like cherries?”

“She would eat some cherry jam from time to time. She doesn’t seem to have a particular preference for

it.”

Ethan slowly walked toward Harold.

He heard Harold saying to himself, “O tall cherry tree with leaves so green, bear some cherries for Ms.

Nat to see.”

Ms. Nat?

Ethan’s expression shifted. He felt that something was off about Harold.

“Who is Ms. Nat?” He asked in a whisper.

“Ms. Nat is Ms. Nat, of course. She’s the prettiest woman in the world.”

When Harold spoke those words, he looked like a youngster who had just fallen in love. His rough

cheeks were even tinted pink.

“Do you like Ms. Nat?”

“Ms. Nat is so pretty. Everyone likes her. Sadly, she doesn’t like me.” A sorrowful look flashed across

Harold’s eyes.

Ethan took out Olivia’s photo. “Is this Ms. Nat?”

“Ms. Nat…” Harold looked shy, but he quickly denied it. “This isn’t Ms. Nat.”

Olivia looked a lot like Ms. Nat, especially from certain angles. But Harold could tell the difference right

away.

It was clear that he truly cared about this woman.

If Ethan’s guess was correct, Ms. Nat must be the woman Harold loved before he met Eugenia.

Men would never forget the women of their dreams. Take Ethan, for example. After a glance at Olivia

back then, he decided that his whole life would be dedicated to her.

When Harold wasn’t completely aware, he had forgotten about the present. Instead, his memories

lingered on his first love in the past.

If Harold met Eugenia after death, Eugenia might beat him up until he died a second time.

It was no wonder that Harold would deny ever knowing Ms. Nat. After all, who would tell their

descendants about their first love?

To get more information from Harold, Ethan asked, “What is Ms. Nat’s full name? Which family did she

come from?

Harold looked at him warily. “Why? Do you like Ms. Not as well? I’m not telling you.”

Ethan was exasperated.

Softening his tone, he said, “Grandpa, if you know anything about Ms. Nat, please tell me. If I can find

Liv’s family for her, she will have the motivation to keep living.”