The Woman Behind the Accident

In addition to that, I still don't know when are memories coming back. Until then, perhaps my heart and mind can accept you as my son. Not that I hate the idea of having a son, it's just that everything that unfolded before me was new and unexpected.

Let alone people from my past wanted to get rid of me coming back into the mansion - into the family that I didn't want to be part of to begin with as it was full of lies and sufferings.

So, from the bottom of my heart, kiddo. I can't help you with the kind of support you need from me. Until then. After five minutes of waiting, and without addressing Noah my answer to his concern, Norman hopped into the car.

He looks at us and studies me from head to toe before he takes off his blazer and puts it on me. "I'm so sorry about what my sisters did to you in the past and until now, Yvanna," he said in a well-composed tone.

"Why are they so mean to Mom, Dad?" Noah asked on my behalf. I also want to know the reason and how he