Thinking of this, Grace Quarters hesitated not a moment before lunging towards Malcom Moore.
Her delicate figure quickly rushed to Malcom, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked at him with genuine emotion, "Malcom, I'm not leaving. Miss Sterling already has a daughter, with golden hair just like that foreign man..."
Grace dared to rush forward and embrace Malcom because she assumed that no matter what, he wouldn't hurt her.
No matter how cold he was towards her, he couldn't possibly harm her.
Her frail body was a formidable force to Malcom; he absolutely wouldn't disregard it!
However, Grace was gravely mistaken. Before she could finish her words, Malcom forcibly pried her hands away, throwing her aside.
Thrown off, Grace staggered back a few steps, landing on the ground disgracefully.
Her already weak body felt dizzy with such forceful treatment.
