"Mum..." Vivian mumbled and placed one hand on her chest. "He asked me to marry him, Mum... I don't want to. I don't want to have children with him..." She sniffed back the tear that had attempted to fall from her eyes.
Marrying him means she was willing to carry his children. How can she tell them that their grandfather was killed by their father?
"You love him, Viv."
Her mother's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she bit her lips.
"Listen, my dear..." The woman continued. "If you love him, just go for it. No one can change what has happened, and he had to do that to save you and Pearl... Please stop torturing yourself for that. Okay?" She sighed while listening to her daughter's soft breathing.