Indie Lowell's eyes were red-rimmed as she looked at a childhood photo of her son, her words harsh. "Aiden Vance, from the day you agreed to let your sister's child be adopted by me, I've wanted to divorce you..."
That gaze, resolute yet tinged with despair, tugged at Jean Quincy's heartstrings, and she felt a sting in her nose.
Although she had forcefully brought them here, she hadn't pressed them for Titus Miles's whereabouts. Instead, she had treated them to good food and drinks, showing them her son's childhood photos and toys as she told them stories about his past.
The look of longing on her face was heartbreaking to see.
She was just another poor mother who had lost her child.
After hanging up the phone, Indie Lowell finally broke down and began to sob, a stark contrast to her tough demeanor from moments before. Her trembling body radiated heartbreak and despair.
The three of them were at a loss for what to do.
