If Your Heart Doesn’t Lean Towards Me I Don’t Want It Chapter 29
On the first weekend after the lawsuits were over, I took my mother for a follow-up appointment.
The doctor said her recovery was going well. As long as she took her medication and avoided major stress, she would be fine.
When we walked out of the hospital, my mother let out a long sigh of relief.
She glanced at my bare ring finger, wanting to ask but hesitating.
“Did you and Lucian have a fight?”
“No.”
“Then where’s the ring?”
I linked my arm through hers.
“I postponed the wedding.”
My mother stopped walking.
“Is it because of me?”
“Mom, why do you always blame yourself for everything?”
I laughed, a little helplessly.
“Lucian saved me, and he saved you. I know how good he is.”
“But marriage can’t be a repayment for a debt.”
My mother fell quiet.
I said softly, “Before, all I wanted was to put your mind at ease. I wanted to get married as quickly as possible, to look like I had a perfect, stable home.”
“And I almost handed my entire life over to someone who didn’t value it at all.”
“This time, I want to go slower.”
My mother squeezed my hand.
“Okay.”
“I won’t rush you anymore. Get married when you want. And if you decide you don’t want to get married, that’s okay, too.”
My nose stung. I leaned my head against her shoulder.
I had waited so many years to hear those words—*that’s okay, too*.
When we got home, Lucian was in the kitchen making congee.
He heard the door and turned off the stove, wiping his hands on a towel.
“How did the appointment go?”
My mother smiled, handing him the report.