I Am Unstoppable

“This is a photograph of your mother. She was very beautiful when she was young,” Vernon said while handing Jonathan an old photograph.

As Jonathan took the photograph over and looked at it, he saw a young woman about the age of seventeen or eighteen.

She had a very pretty face and was wearing a red dress. With her hair tied in twin braids, she looked like a girl from the countryside.

Jonathan found himself getting mesmerized by her beauty as he stared blankly at the photograph.

Mabel, too, couldn't help but gasp in awe when she saw the photograph from the side. Fate sure works in mysterious yet wonderful ways!

“Where was my mother buried?” Jonathan asked while carefully keeping the old photograph.

“On the hill in the back,” Vernon replied.

“I would like to go pay my respects, Master,” Jonathan said with a sob.

Vernon nodded. “As you should. Let's get going, then.”

They then left the house and made their way up the hill.

At the top of the hill was a grassy plain that brought about a floral fragrance when the wind blew past it.

The golden rays of the evening sun only made the scenery all the more beautiful.

As most of the villagers would bury their dead atop the hill, there were many tombstones up there.

Vernon then led Jonathan and Mabel in front of a grave that had been kept clean and tidy.

“Why isn't there a tombstone here?” Jonathan asked in confusion.

According to the village customs, she was not entitled to have a tombstone. Only those with lots of children were allowed

and

son is here

his respects, Jonathan and Mabel

nightfall, a full moon and a few stars slowly

could be seen forming on the branches and leaves of

in Horbah during that time

showed up later that night and invited Jonathan and the

to turn his kind offer down, so he brought Jonathan and Mabel

only so much he could manage for dinner. After gathering some fresh vegetables from his farm, he slaughtered a chicken and a duck and made them

food smelled great and tasted amazing. As the vegetables were

also had a bottle of wine

fragrant aroma of the wine filled the entire house

welcome our guests with fine wine when our daughters get married. That tradition is no longer in practice, though. My partner passed away five years ago, and my two sons have moved to the city. They would only come home once a year, so this wine is all I have left to cheer me up on lonely

raising a toast and taking a sip of the wine, Jonathan asked Vernon with a heavy feeling in his heart, “Master,

a sigh as he replied, “I never told you about this before because I didn't want you to suffer. Now that you've come all the way here seeking the truth, I suppose I have no reason to hide it from

kept quiet as he listened

other village girl. She went to Dellmoor at the age of eighteen and was going to stay over at her relatives' house, but they were nowhere to be found. Due to your mother's ego and pride, she refused to return to this village. She was determined to settle down in Dellmoor, but she was too inexperienced and naïve. On top of that, she was also really beautiful. While working in a restaurant, she was harassed by a bunch of thugs. Your father, Tristan Cadman, happened to be passing by at the time. It was snowing heavily during the winter, so he was wearing a stylish black coat when he

shocked to find out that his mentor used to work

people, especially me. As you most likely have guessed, I developed feelings for her. She wouldn't have suffered that much if she had chosen me instead, but she was loyal to

was to love a man she never should have loved. Two months later, she found out that she was pregnant with you. Even then, she didn't hate your father one

knew that he had a wife named Evelyna. Evelyna was a gorgeous woman and loved Tristan very much. A year later, she,

when we arrived. Your mother was crying as she begged him to not kill you. Tristan told her that it was either your life or hers. Your mother was petrified. I begged Tristan to spare her life, but he refused to listen and ended up killing her before my eyes. I hated myself to death when I watched your mother die. I felt unworthy of calling myself a man. I had loved your mother for two long years, and yet, I had never done a single thing for her. Had I been more capable, I would've at least been able to stop Tristan from killing her. Eventually, I couldn't contain my anger any further, so I lashed

filled with rage and hatred after he heard all

nothing to wrong him! Why

dumbfounded when

my dreams and told me that she didn't blame Tristan for what he did. She also told me that she wanted to keep your last name as 'Lawson.' Naturally, I couldn't say no to the request of a woman I loved. Soon after, I brought you out of Horbah and taught you everything I knew. I didn't dare tell you about your background because I felt it was too cruel to do so. Besides, you would only get yourself killed if you went after him for

make him kneel before

hated Tristan