Bertha Swift had been immersed in her role recently, but she wasn't completely oblivious to the things around her. When she picked up the phone just now and heard her father's stream of profanity, she was initially stunned, but gradually sobered up.
After taking another shower, she regained her composure completely.
Since being angrily driven out of the Swift family by her father for having an abortion, Bertha had recognized many truths, but none as clearly as at this moment.
Those filthy words were like sharp swords piercing her heart, completely shattering the fantasies she harbored deep inside.
Leaving nothing behind.
It wasn't that she didn't feel heartache, it was just that too much had happened in recent times, and she had already learned to accept the unchangeable facts.
