The Beginning of the End: All Humans Are Destroyed, I Forcefully Chase the Valkyries

Chapter 252 "Mother's Love"

After the bandage was finished, Mary did not forget to let the young Jack use the money he had just earned to buy medicine. Although the money was not much at all, it was enough to treat the injury, not to mention that Jack just brought back so much food, which saved a lot of money. money.

Mary hugged the boy Jack distressedly. Jack was the only pillar of support for her. There is no high-tech means, not to mention that even if he finds it, the other party will never admit that Jack is his son. If this kind of thing is known to acquaintances, I am afraid that the society will die directly!

So a child like this is often thrown by his biological mother ruthlessly into a garbage dump in a dark corner to wait to die the moment he is born. Luckily for Jack, Mary chose to give birth to Jack and raise him to adolescence.

Although he had no money to receive serious school education, the young Jack learned to read with his cleverness. He sat on the steps of the stairs and read while his mother was working. Shakespeare's anthology is his favorite reading. I don't know where he got it. It is a thick book, and it takes half a day to read it.

"Heh, I didn't expect you little devil to like to watch this kind of thing."

A woman in a plain long dress with heavy makeup came to the stairs. The smell of powder on the woman's body made people unable to open their eyes.

The son of a woman in the flesh and blood business actually likes to read Shakespeare. It is useless to read this stuff. If you have that time, you might as well help attract guests.The woman held half a bottle of cheap foreign wine in her hand, and mocked drunkenly.

The young Jack ignored the woman's ridicule, and instead cared about her body: Oh, my dear Ann, how many times have I told you to drink less alcohol, that thing will ruin your body.

The woman's name is Ann, and she also lives in this house. She is walking with Mary, and she looks older than Mary.

"Hey, use your little devil to control me"?
An raised her head and drank a few sips of wine. She saw young Jack sitting here reading. No need to ask, Mary must be working. After getting a positive reply from young Jack, An simply sat down next to young Jack.

Really, it's the rainy season now, and my old lady didn't have any guests recently, but now she's really free, but Mary...I don't understand why so many people like her.

Ann drank a few more sips of cheap wine, looked at the young Jack beside him who was engrossed in reading Shakespeare, and sighed: "Hey, poor boy, you look so handsome. If you don't know it, you might think you are some rich man." His young master was born in such a place, with such a mother.

"However, there is one thing I don't understand. Why did Mary keep you?"
Yes, the young Jack didn't understand why the mothers of the first five children didn't stay, but he, the sixth child, stayed. Maybe it was a discovery of conscience, maybe it was the awakening of maternal love. Love him, that's enough.

"What a pathetic child..."

"No, Ann, I don't think so."

Hearing the boy's answer, An was incredulous: "What? Don't you think this place is no different from hell now?"
The young Jack looked at the cloth strip wrapped around his hand, turned around and said to Ann with an innocent smile: "Now I feel that I am the happiest person in the world."

Looking into the clear eyes of the young Jack, he didn't know what to say for a while.

a few days later,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Mary's screams came from the room, and the young Jack outside the room heard it clearly.

"Mom, what happened?!"

The teenager Jack broke into the room, besides his mother Mary, and Ann in the room.

There was no sign of a fight in the room, which showed that the mother's screams were not caused by Ann.

I saw Mary slumped on the ground, the same as that day, but this time she looked more haggard and lost than before.

There was a newspaper in front of Mary, and it was the fresh London news of the day.

The headline on the front page was a large photo of a 40-year-old man and a 20-year-old young woman. The headline on the front page was impressively written: The down-and-out writer hits the box office, and the noble daughter tied the knot.

"Who is this person? The smart young man Jack immediately guessed that his mother's current appearance is related to these two people."

"Oh, this man is Jack Smith, the author of "Jane and Rose of Slam Street"."

Jack, a young man who likes to read, is no stranger to this name: "Isn't this the author of the popular play?"

"Yes, that's right, as you can see, the man Mary fell in love with got married, and she became what she is now."

"Why... didn't you agree that you would marry me when you became a famous writer? Why... didn't you agree that you would marry me when you became a famous writer?"

Staring at the man's face in the newspaper, Mary began to talk to herself.

An was very helpless about this: "All the men who come here say the same thing. This is a common thing. It's a ghost to believe the mouths of these men."

Ann didn't seem to intend to comfort the distraught Mary, so she turned and opened the door to leave.

"Besides... this was an agreement made 13 years ago. You shouldn't have any expectations about it, Mary."

After Ann left, there were only Mary lying on the bed whimpering and the bewildered young Jack in the room.

Growing up to this age, it was the first time Jack saw his mother lose control of his emotions. Jack, who didn't know how to comfort him, could only wait by the side.

In the middle of the night, Mary finally stopped crying and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes dimmed, as if she had lost her soul.

"Mother, don't be lost anymore, don't you still have me by your side."

Junior Jack brought hot tea and tried to talk to his mother, but Mary apparently didn't respond.

"Mother, don't be sad anymore, the two of us can..."

"It's so noisy, you bastard, don't come close to me anymore ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Mary, who didn't say a word, suddenly raised her voice by N degrees, and a fool could hear that she was very angry now. Due to the emotional excitement, Mary's originally pretty face instantly became extremely hideous, just like those books on theology The ferocious ghosts from hell in the illustrations here scare the unsuspecting young Jack!

His mother had never been so angry with him before, and he always had a smiling face. Today, the young Jack still couldn't understand why he would show such an expression.

Mary looked at the young Jack like the enemy who killed her father.

"If only you hadn't been born..."

(End of this chapter)