How I Met Your Mother Last Forever: Part 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

love it carried the weight of two lifetimes well worth of manipulation. Her phone buzzed one more time. Different numbers. "Your mother kept a safety deposit box. Bank of Ashford. Box 217. The key is hidden in the last place you were happy together. Find it before they do." The last place she was happy with her mother? She closed her eyes. I tried to remember through the pain. And then it hit her. The lighthouse.

Thorne said as if reading my mind. “No,” his mother’s voice said firmly. “That’s not possible. It’s gone forever.” I froze. My body shook, and my eyes filled with tears. Gone…forever? Goddess…is this you? Is this your way of finally setting me free? “Thank you, Mom. I’ll call you later,” Thorne said quickly before ending the call.

I can already see that neither parties were fond of each other, my mother and I seemingly caught in the testosterone struggle. "So," Mother says after a beat, passing the salad over to us as we all part took of what was prepared. "What are you two planning, how long will this be? " "Forever hopefully, " I answer, noting it was rather a strange way to ask if we were planning on staying together. Wouldn't that be a good thing? "Forever," My mother echoes softly, glancing at dad. "Hm," "Have your parents met our daughter, Rider?" His fork stood mid way to his mouth, eyes darting away recalling the tender moment.

He hasn't listened to it in what seemed like forever. At Last was his mom and dad's song. He always listened to it when he was little. He remembered his dad would put the vinyl track in his vintage phonograph, and then he would distract mom while cooking her specialty brisket. They would dance to Etta's gentle, highly expressive croon in middle of their huge mid-modern century kitchen floor.

Backstage in your cap and gown, kissing Vivian. "During Mom's last five days, I called you sixty-seven times. You said I was bothering you because you were stuck on some confidential project. "But what were you really doing? "You were using the money Mom left me to rent out an entire restaurant at Shangara Riverfront for Vivian's birthday." "No... Lindsay, I—" Tyler shook his head, desperate to explain. "Let me finish." I cut him off. My voice was ice-cold. "When Mom closed her eyes for the last time, she was still holding my hand. With what little strength she had left, she asked me, 'When is Tyler coming back?'"

He said no matter what, even if my mother and his father got divorced, he’d always be my brother. Leo said he’d stay in Switzerland for as long as he could. He’d be waiting, always, if I ever wanted to come back. But none of it meant anything to me. Not anymore. I sent my mother money every month, but I never called, never reached out. I had nothing left to say to her. Later, my mother had divorced Mr. Corleone. She’d called me so many times, crying every time, telling me how sorry she was, how she’d failed me, how she wished she’d seen it all sooner.

I answered her, enunciating each word clearly, "Leighton, I gave you a chance. Stop doing this. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll feel sick to my stomach every time I think of you." The color instantly drained from her face. Her lips trembled as if she still wanted to say something. Just then, a familiar figure burst into the cafe. "Leighton! I knew you'd come looking for him!" Harley pointed at me, his face twisted with resentment and frustration. "Are you really going to drive me to my death before you'll divorce him? "Fine! I'll go hang myself at your parents' house right now! After all, you don't seem to care about giving them the grandchild they've been waiting for all these years!"

“Please don’t make it sound like I stopped loving you, because I didn’t. I never did.” “Then why does it feel like you did?” His lip trembled, the fury faltering for a second—long enough for pain to flood in. “You weren’t here, Mom. You weren’t mine anymore.” I tried to step closer again, but he turned his face away. “Ethan, I can fix this,” I whispered. “I’ll talk to the board, I’ll tell the truth, I’ll.....” “It’s too late.” His voice was quiet now, eerily calm. “You can’t fix what you broke.”

“Maybe you should teach your daughter to show some respect to her elders first.” Fury flashed in Cecile’s eyes. “I am your mother, too!” Lilian scoffed, barely keeping her voice steady. “Only on paper. You’re practically dead to me. You left Dad and me for money and became Mr. Fred Duncan’s mistress, only to marry him later when you were pregnant.” Cecile’s face turned red with rage. “You’re just like your father! Always bitter and never happy to see anyone else’s success.” Ophelia, seeing the opportunity, started to cry dramatically. “Mom, did you know? Lilian even dumped her boyfriend Max to become some old rich man’s mistress! That’s what I heard.”