"You've made Owen an unfilial man. If the Old Madam were to pass away with regrets because of this, do you think you and Owen could live a comfortable life after getting married, with a clear conscience? Do you want Owen to live in self-reproach and guilt for the rest of his life?"
Sophia Wilson's words, like a curse, lingered in Amelia Clarke's ears.
She got out of Sophia's car and walked on the hospital road, surrounded by people hurrying along, their eyes filled with fear of illness or worry for their loved ones.
A love entangled with family affections always leaves one in a dilemma, unable to cut the ties or untangle the mess.
The sky was gloomy; the cold wind was bleak. Amelia sat on a wooden bench in the small garden next to the hospital building, unware of how much time had passed when snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, growing larger and larger.