Chapter 448

This was the first time Tiffany had heard Vincent mention Esther. Esther Hawking. She could tell that Esther must have been a beautiful woman just by hearing her name. "Honestly, I don't remember what she looked like anymore. But whenever I think of her, I always feel a warmth in my heart." "In my memory, my parents never got along, and I never knew the reason. My mom always loved basking in the sun and tending to the plants in the garden. She loved growing flowers and would be so happy whenever she cultivated a new variety, always dragging me over to see. "My dad was always busy with work, cold and distant toward my mom, and the same toward me—indifferent and uninvolved. The three of us were like strangers living under the same roof, the closest kind of strangers. "Later, my mom fell ill and was bedridden. The flowers and plants she had painstakingly nurtured also gradually withered away. "One day, I came home and heard them arguing. My dad smashed a teacup and had his hands a