Matilda Jenkins saw Mrs. Morrison's shoulder tremble, her emotions were already on the brink of collapse.
"Mum, you didn't, you're amazing, really..."
Mrs. Morrison covered her face, her voice hoarse, "I always thought he loved me. When I married him, I knew he must have had someone he liked before, otherwise, how could he have reached that age without marrying? I thought that after so many years, no matter what, even if he had love for that woman, it should have faded. Without affection, he should have had some familial love for me. At the very least, I should be the closest person to him, right?"
Mrs. Morrison's voice grew more agitated, "But... no, none of it mattered. I stayed with him for so many years, and still, it wasn't enough to surpass that slut."
As she spoke, her voice grew more and more hoarse, the suppressed sobbing in her throat made one's heart ache.
Matilda Jenkins reached out and hugged Mrs. Morrison's shoulder, "Mum, calm down, calm down..."
