“Thank you,” her mother said mildly. Then, she started gently brushing Camelia’s hair with her fingers.
Camelia’s defeated appearance finally became slightly warmer with her mother’s help. She had probably forgotten how it felt like to be loved and cared for so dearly.
I didn’t want to interrupt their mother-daughter time, but seeing Tobias standing next to the bed hesitantly made me unwilling to just leave him behind in this situation.
I gently pushed the child toward them and said awkwardly, “This is Camelia’s son, also your grandson.”
I purposely avoided mentioning Marcus’ name. After all, the whole reason Camelia argued with her family and left in the first place was Marcus.
Her mother turned around calmly and looked at Tobias before saying, “Ah, he does resemble that fellow quite a bit. It’s definitely his kid.”
Her tone was nonchalant and casual. It was as if she were simply a stranger.
Just her calling Marcus ‘that fellow’ explained how much resentment and bitterness she must have held toward him.
A second later, she turned back around and said just as mildly, “I understand. I will bring the child back with me. Thank you for your help.”
After that, she reached out and tried to undo the buttons on Camelia’s elaborate wedding dress. However, since it was brand new, it was quite hard to undo them, and she had to start using both hands.
She was then forced to make bigger movements.
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