Chapter 866 Peter's Past, About Love and SeparationThe next day.

Peter drove Joan back to his hometown.

Joan of Arc, who has been away from home for a long time, wants to go back to see her parents.

After experiencing what happened last night, this short-haired little girl seemed to have grown up a lot in an instant.

"Mr. Padrick, tell me, why did we separate? My father, Mona, and grandmother, will you and Theresa leave me one day too?"

Joan of Arc asked Peter while sitting in the passenger seat.

Peter looked at the depressed little Loli and said to her: "Because separation is for a better reunion, I look forward to seeing you again in the future. Do you see that station?"

Peter pointed to the entrance and exit of the station they drove past and said to her, "There are two most touching places in the station, the entrance and the exit. One doesn't want you to leave, and the other is waiting for you to come back."

"Exit and entrance?"

Listening to Peter's words, Joan of Arc leaned on the window and looked outside.

"Sir, may I know what your parents are like?"

Watching the platform flash by, Joan of Arc asked Peter with some melancholy.

"me?"

Peter thought for a moment and said to her, "My mother is a typical housewife who devotes all her love to the whole family. My father is a farmer who has always lived in Smallville."

Peter named his previous incarnation's parents.

"Will you be sad when you leave them?"

Peter was stunned when he heard Joan of Arc's words.

He recalled his memories of his parents from his previous life.

"Yes, I feel sad when I lose them, too."

Peter said to the little girl in a calm tone: "At first I had a good job in the metropolis, and my life was busy and prosperous, fulfilling and rich. However, when my father told me that my mother was seriously ill and needed surgery, I had to put down my work, leave the big city and return home to take care of my sick mother."

"What happened next? Uncle?"

Jeanne blinked and asked him in a low voice.

She was very interested in Uncle Peter's past.

"I always did what she asked me to do, even though I hated it. The sour smell of her body, the straw-like hair under the hairbrush, the bedpan, the washbasin and the pills, all of it was annoying me. I tried my best to do all this without yelling, 'I'm so tired of you.'"

"But she knew it, she felt it, and that was one of the many reasons why she was lying on the couch in the living room, crying silently, and I was trying to make her comfortable and do what she needed."

The cruel words Peter said calmly stunned Joan of Arc.

"Uncle, do you hate your mother?"

"Do not."

Peter did not have any emotional fluctuations, but just calmly described the original body's psychology and emotions.

"As far as I can remember, my relationship with my mother was always distant. When I returned home, our relationship was initially awkward. I was not used to this kind of care work."

Peter continued, "But my mother tried every way to make life seem normal. She did a lot of homework, holiday songs, Thanksgiving gatherings, childhood stories, teenage stories, marriage stories, she filled them all in for me."

"In the trivialities of life such as reading clubs, shopping, and walking, I have been in close contact with my mother. I have gradually come to understand her heart and how much she has contributed to our family. As a full-time housewife, my mother is responsible for housework and food, clothing, and daily expenses. Although it seems ordinary, it is infused with my mother's deep love."

After a pause, Peter continued, "After my mother's condition worsened, I began to take charge of all the housework she had done. When I did everything myself, I truly realized how great my mother was. I also learned how to take care of her self-esteem. When her condition became so serious that she could no longer take care of herself, she had to sit in a wheelchair and accept help from others."

Peter said this and gently stroked the head of the girl who was depressed because of Michael's departure and couldn't get over it.

"So when I have children, I will not miss any childhood memories they should have, holiday songs, Thanksgiving gatherings, childhood stories, teenage stories, marriage stories, I will not miss them."

Peter was not lying.

Although this memory is of his previous incarnation, the time he spent with his previous incarnation before his mother's death did give him deep feelings.

These experiences forced him to start thinking about what it was like to be a parent.

"Uncle, where is your father?"

She asked Peter in a low voice, feeling a little uncomfortable with Peter's life experience.

Peter recalled and said to her, "He is a bit complicated. My father first forced me to go home and take on important responsibilities, and then he evaded his own responsibilities. He always left home early and came back late under various excuses such as being busy at work. He lacked the proper care, understanding and support for his wife. I was disgusted with him."

"But my mother said to me one day: 'Peter, this is difficult. It is difficult to understand unless you are in the siege. This is life. Love and marriage are sometimes not the same thing.'"

Peter said this and reached out and stroked Joan of Arc's hair.

"This is my uncle's life. We all have to face separation, just like the separation between you and Mona, grandma, and Michael. You can't accept it because it makes you feel painful, but our lives are always full of challenges, whether you are a child or an adult."

"So, Joan of Arc, there is no need to be sad, surprised, or shocked. People's lives are intertwined with each other, and separation is the most natural thing."

After listening to Peter's words, Joan of Arc seemed to understand a lot.

"I didn't expect, uncle, that your past would be like this."

She looked at Peter gratefully and said, "Thank you, sir. I won't be sad for too long. I want to be someone who is as optimistic about life as you are. I want to be someone who is as loving as you are."

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

Peter smiled at her.

Love?Are you a loving person?Peter fell into deep thought.

ten minutes later.

Joan of Arc, who was sleeping on Peter's lap, heard a sound coming from outside. She rubbed her eyes, got up from Peter's lap and looked outside.

"What's wrong, uncle?"

Joan of Arc asked Peter, who had stopped the car, in a daze.

"There's a traffic jam outside. There must have been a car accident ahead."

Peter said to the little Loli who just woke up.

Hearing the noisy sound coming from outside, Joan of Arc stood up and looked outside through the car window.

To her dismay, she sees the ghost of a confused man outside.

The other person was wearing a baseball cap and was standing outside the crowd looking at his own body.

Aiden, who has turned into a soul, can't believe that he is already dead!His memory went back to a few minutes ago.

The morning fog filled the road, and the visibility was so poor that the "65" on the speed limit sign turned into a blurry gray shadow.

Aiden drove the Chevrolet Silverado pickup truck forward carefully.

The aluminum can of cider on his dashboard rolled into the groove of the accelerator pedal as it was jolted.

"Buzz!"

A truck horn sounded from the opposite direction.

A truck rushed over with its horn honking!

Aiden was trying to pick up the aluminum can of cider when the truck’s high beams pierced the wall of fog.

"Oh!"

The truck and the Chevrolet collided violently.

The impact started with the left rear wheel hub, which scraped against the chrome bumper of the truck.

The Chevrolet's steel anti-collision beam curled inward like tinfoil. The wrench that flew out of the tool box in the trunk pierced the rear window and gouged a fist-sized dent in the passenger's headrest.

At the same time, the hissing sound of the antifreeze pipe bursting, mixed with the smell of diesel, poured into the cab.

The moment the car hit, the seat belt pinned Aiden to the seat.

With a loud bang, the dashboard fragments exploded in a fan shape.

The metal needle of the tachometer dug into the outside of his thigh, and shards of glass were embedded in his shoulder in the shockwave of the airbag explosion.

"Squeak!"

Enduring the pain, he swung the steering wheel, and the tires plowed rubber scorch marks on the road.

When the rear of the car hit the shoulder guardrail, the bolts from the spare tire rack flew through the gas station billboard.

The letter "S" in the "Shell" logo went out, and blue sparks from the neon tube burst like a waterfall.

Aiden was thrown towards the left door, and a dull sound was heard as his collarbone collided with the B-pillar.

Pieces of the rearview mirror ricocheted around the car, one of which sliced ​​off the knob of the car radio, and Taylor Swofford's singing came to an abrupt end.

The flying metal fragments hit his heart.

With a "bang", Aiden was knocked unconscious instantly.

"I-I am dead?"

He looked at his hands in disbelief.

"No, no, I still need to call my wife. We just got married and I promised that I would always be with her. No, no, I can't break my promise!"

Aiden's soul made a desperate sound and immediately ran back.

"Uncle, I saw it. I saw the soul of that man."

Joan of Arc pointed out the car window and said to Peter.

Peter looked over there, but didn't see any soul.

Could it be that Joan of Arc’s special ability allowed her to see ghosts?

Peter looked at Joan of Arc in confusion.

He knew the power of Joan of Arc in the future.

If the development had followed the original world line, Jeanne d'Arc and Mona would have become the patron saints of the universe created by Lucifer.

Peter has already determined that the second most powerful person under God is Joan of Arc.

"Maybe I can revive him."

Not knowing that Peter was thinking about becoming the second person after God, Joan closed her eyes, held her breath, and tried to activate her ability.

She felt she could do it.

However, just after she closed her eyes, a punk girl with dark circles under her eyes suddenly appeared and knocked on the car window.

"Hi Peter!"

(End of this chapter)