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"No, it's all my fault," Grace shook her head, eyes bloodshot. She knew that Ernest must have gone through a lot when he was younger if he still thought about it now.
If a child didn't have his mother by his side when he needed her most, what were all the material things in the world worth to him?
A mother's love superseded anything else.
When Ernest needed Grace, she failed him.
Hence, how could she not feel guilty?
Grace voiced out her long-repressed guilt as she held Ernest in her arms, "Honestly, I was too stupid. I trusted the wrong people, and even now, I'm still kind towards them. I don't want to dwell too much on the past, but I forgot that my son was the true victim here. I'm sorry, Ernest."
"Mommy, I told you. It's okay. Don't cry," Ernest felt his mother's tears dripping into his clothes, dampening his sweater.
Ernest felt very sad.
He didn't want to upset his pregnant mother.