Chapter 124: Mr. President, Dear, I Don't Love You Anymore
As he walked closer, he saw the eyes of the middle-aged woman looking at him. His eyes, already filled with warmth, began to well up uncontrollably. His throat tightened to the point where he didn't know what to say first. All he could do was clasp his hands in gratitude, because from the story Bryan had told, if it weren't for his mother's care, today might not have come. Or perhaps he and Sam would never have had the chance to meet again.
“Thank you, Aunt. Thank you so much.”
“No need to thank me, just a promise will do.”
On the day he spoke on the phone with Bryan's mother, the promise Aunt Felicia wanted was:
‘You must promise not to hurt Sam anymore. She's a woman who has had to carry a child without the father by her sid
