Mary had always made a wish so innocently that her daughter, in a certain corner of the world, would live as well as Natalie.
It did not matter if she was not as good as Natalie. Even a little worse, she would feel at ease if she was safe and healthy.
How dare Mary imagine what a four-year-old girl would experience and encounter after she disappeared!
Perhaps trafficked to remote mountainous areas.
Maybe sent to do hard work in the coal mines.
Maybe...
How dare she imagine!
Mary hurt every time she thought about it, and it hurt her heart. She had migraines, which cannot be cured because of it.
Every time she had a headache, she could do nothing but lie on the bed, feeling nauseous and dizzy, short of breath.
"Mrs. Wood, you are also a mother. I dare not expect you to empathize with me, but please understand me. Even if Natalie is an adopted daughter, I will protect her till the end." Mary wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Gale looked away and looked elsewhere.
Seeing Mary's tears, she was afraid she would start crying too.
She felt a warmness in her palm.
Shawn took her hand, pulled her lightly, and brought her into his arms.
"What are you getting upset about, Galey? You know so much about the Yarn family. Who told you? Was it Aurum?" he whispered in her ear.
Gale nodded.
"He even told you that... huh."
Shawn laughed deeply, full of sarcasm.
He did not know whether to mock Aurum or to laugh at him for living like an outsider.
"You don't have to be moved by Mary's tears. Gale, you are so soft-hearted, you will suffer a lot sooner or later," Shawn said.
After a pause, he said again, "You are not always soft-hearted. To me...you can always be as hard-hearted as iron."
It would be great if she could share with him a little bit of her tenderness and kindness toward others.
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