Why did you give birth to me?
The words of George Stephens made Charlotte Smith's eyes well up with a layer of moist mist in an instant.
The small child was standing a meter away from her, yet it was as if he stood at the edge of an abyss, needing only a step forward to fall into eternal damnation.
Charlotte felt a panic in her heart.
The light was absent from George Stephens' eyes, dark and deep, inherited from Robert Stephens' gaze, as calm as a black hole that could devour everything.
Why did she give birth to him?
Charlotte tried to recall her feelings on the day she made that choice.
She couldn't really remember it clearly, after all, it had been almost ten years. But the days with George Stephens were warmer day by day.
Those dark and cold years had softened somewhat because of his arrival.
If she could go back to the past, she would still make the same choice.
