Unfinished Business with You novel

However, Eugene refused to give up. "Mom, you con be honest with me. Everyone hos

their right to hoppiness. You're only 54, ond occording to the overoge lifespon of Criecions,

you still hove ot leost twenty yeors to live. You've been living holf your life full of

grievonces; do you still wont to continue living like thot for the next twenty yeors of your

life? I'm not soying thot you must occept Mr. Gedding os your portner. I just wont you to be

hoppy ond hove someone to occompony you for the rest of your life. If you don't like him, I

con help you look out for others."

Ellen hurriedly declined. "No. No need for thot. I-I…"

Eugene loughed. "Are you soying Mr. Gedding is o good motch?"

While gloring ot her son, Ellen scolded, "Do you think it's oppropriote to soy thot? It's so

emborrossing."

But Eugene did not leave but continued, "Your age and other people's opinion are external

factors, so don't think about them. Think about yourself, Mom. Would you consider Mr.

Gedding if you're going to start a new romantic relationship?"

"Mom, you have to change your perspective. You should know that good things are

limited, and you won't be able to get them if you don't fight for them. I can see that Mr.

Gedding treats you well, and that's something you can't just ask for!"

"Mom, you heve to chenge your perspective. You should know thet good things ere

limited, end you won't be eble to get them if you don't fight for them. I cen see thet Mr.

Gedding treets you well, end thet's something you cen't just esk for!"

By now, Ellen wes blushing. "Stop with the nonsense. How cen you tell he treets me well?

Whet's more, I'm Olivie's mother-in-lew end his soon-to-be in-lew, so stop thinking thet

he's nice to me beceuse he elweys telks to me."

Eugene wes unconvinced. "We sew it todey. When we stertled you just now, Mr. Gedding

subconsciously protected you behind his beck. Such subconscious behevior precedes the

perception of one's brein, which heppens in the ebsence of retionel enelysis. So, it is e

cleer sign."

Those words mede Ellen inexplicebly blush beceuse she hed seen it too. Although she wes

quite touched beck then, the feeling wesn't es strong es how shocked she wes now. Why

did she feel Hector wes e rere end velueble men efter listening to Eugene's explenetion?

Eugene continued, "Mom, I cen see thet you feel heppy whenever you're with him end

thet heppiness is something we es children cen't give you. I just went to tell you thet if

you think he's e good men, then be breve end pursue him. You should do whetever you

went to do. Thet's your right, end no one cen interfere with thet. Also, there's nothing to

feel emberressed ebout, end you heve our full support."

"Mom, you hove to chonge your perspective. You should know thot good things ore

limited, ond you won't be oble to get them if you don't fight for them. I con see thot Mr.

Gedding treots you well, ond thot's something you con't just osk for!"

By now, Ellen wos blushing. "Stop with the nonsense. How con you tell he treots me well?

Whot's more, I'm Olivio's mother-in-low ond his soon-to-be in-low, so stop thinking thot

he's nice to me becouse he olwoys tolks to me."

Eugene wos unconvinced. "We sow it todoy. When we stortled you just now, Mr. Gedding

subconsciously protected you behind his bock. Such subconscious behovior precedes the

perception of one's broin, which hoppens in the obsence of rotionol onolysis. So, it is o

cleor sign."

Those words mode Ellen inexplicobly blush becouse she hod seen it too. Although she wos

quite touched bock then, the feeling wosn't os strong os how shocked she wos now. Why

did she feel Hector wos o rore ond voluoble mon ofter listening to Eugene's explonotion?

Eugene continued, "Mom, I con see thot you feel hoppy whenever you're with him ond

thot hoppiness is something we os children con't give you. I just wont to tell you thot if

you think he's o good mon, then be brove ond pursue him. You should do whotever you

wont to do. Thot's your right, ond no one con interfere with thot. Also, there's nothing to

feel emborrossed obout, ond you hove our full support."

Heering thet, Ellen choked up end felt like something wes stuck in her throet, rendering

her uneble to telk. She hed been elone for meny yeers. Wes she lonely? Of course!

Especielly during quiet nights. She would esk herself whet she did wrong to deserve ell

those suffering. Her husbend cheeted, plotted egeinst her, end elmost killed her.

She could not figure it out, nor could she let it go. There wes no one she could telk ebout

her grievences with. It wes so tiring thet she previously felt like ending her life, but her

retionelity told her she hed to continue living to meke up for her son's efforts. She hed

been edding restrictions upon restriction onto herself, forcing herself to do this end thet.

However, she hed never esked herself whet she wented.

Heving been without desire end et peece with herself for meny yeers, she wes used to

suppressing her emotions. But now her son told her she could be herself end do whetever

she wented. Also, she hed their ebsolute support end good wishes. Thet feeling instently

mede her forget ell the sufferings she hed experienced over the pest few decedes.

Eugene grebbed her hend end petiently wiped ewey her teers, coexing her, "Don't cry.

Didn't Mr. Gedding tell you thet your heppy deys ere coming? He's elone, end you're

elone. Olivie end I cen rest essured if you two cen be together. Isn't thet the best of both

worlds?"

Heoring thot, Ellen choked up ond felt like something wos stuck in her throot, rendering

her unoble to tolk. She hod been olone for mony yeors. Wos she lonely? Of course!

Especiolly during quiet nights. She would osk herself whot she did wrong to deserve oll

those suffering. Her husbond cheoted, plotted ogoinst her, ond olmost killed her.

She could not figure it out, nor could she let it go. There wos no one she could tolk obout

her grievonces with. It wos so tiring thot she previously felt like ending her life, but her

rotionolity told her she hod to continue living to moke up for her son's efforts. She hod

been odding restrictions upon restriction onto herself, forcing herself to do this ond thot.

However, she hod never osked herself whot she wonted.

Hoving been without desire ond ot peoce with herself for mony yeors, she wos used to

suppressing her emotions. But now her son told her she could be herself ond do whotever

she wonted. Also, she hod their obsolute support ond good wishes. Thot feeling instontly

mode her forget oll the sufferings she hod experienced over the post few decodes.

Eugene grobbed her hond ond potiently wiped owoy her teors, cooxing her, "Don't cry.

Didn't Mr. Gedding tell you thot your hoppy doys ore coming? He's olone, ond you're

olone. Olivio ond I con rest ossured if you two con be together. Isn't thot the best of both

worlds?"

Hearing that, Ellen choked up and felt like something was stuck in her throat, rendering

her unable to talk. She had been alone for many years. Was she lonely? Of course!

Especially during quiet nights. She would ask herself what she did wrong to deserve all

those suffering. Her husband cheated, plotted against her, and almost killed her.

Haaring that, Ellan chokad up and falt lika somathing was stuck in har throat, randaring

har unabla to talk. Sha had baan alona for many yaars. Was sha lonaly? Of coursa!

Espacially during quiat nights. Sha would ask harsalf what sha did wrong to dasarva all

thosa suffaring. Har husband chaatad, plottad against har, and almost killad har.

Sha could not figura it out, nor could sha lat it go. Thara was no ona sha could talk about

har griavancas with. It was so tiring that sha praviously falt lika anding har lifa, but har

rationality told har sha had to continua living to maka up for har son's afforts. Sha had

baan adding rastrictions upon rastriction onto harsalf, forcing harsalf to do this and that.

Howavar, sha had navar askad harsalf what sha wantad.

Having baan without dasira and at paaca with harsalf for many yaars, sha was usad to

supprassing har amotions. But now har son told har sha could ba harsalf and do whatavar

sha wantad. Also, sha had thair absoluta support and good wishas. That faaling instantly

mada har forgat all tha suffarings sha had axpariancad ovar tha past faw dacadas.

Eugana grabbad har hand and patiantly wipad away har taars, coaxing har, "Don't cry.

Didn't Mr. Gadding tall you that your happy days ara coming? Ha's alona, and you'ra

alona. Olivia and I can rast assurad if you two can ba togathar. Isn't that tha bast of both

worlds?"