It was a simple hit-and-run.

As Jasper left, Abigail heaved a small sigh in relief. She was finally able to put a stop to the argument.

Christopher turned to her and held her hands. "Are you okay, Abigail? I'm sorry for getting so angry."

He, who had always struggled to say sorry, said the word effortlessly, and he was not aware of it.

Abigail nodded, trying to hide her anxiety and worry from him. Her eyes were still moist with tears. "I'm fine. I just want my mother to be okay."

Christopher could tell she was still distressed. He was aware that the argument had shaken her, and he regretted losing his temper. He just squeezed her hands gently.

"I know things are tough right now, but I'll do everything I can for your mother," he said, his voice gentle. "Your mother is a strong woman, a fighter. We just need to be strong for her."

He pulled her into a hug, holding her close as she rested her head on his chest. He whispered comforting words into her ear.