Looking at his daughter's swollen face, and the little girl's earlier smug boasting about her "victory," Christopher's heart ached as much as he was furious.
He hadn't expected that even while his mother was hospitalized, she wouldn't forget to seize such a rare opportunity—actually scheming to take both grandchildren away while he and Wendy weren't around.
Even less had he imagined that she would lay hands on Hope.
Such a lovable and clever little girl, adored by strangers at first sight—how could her own grandmother bear to hurt her?
Could it really be as Hope said, that she was an "old witch"?
"I'm sorry… I failed to protect the children." Facing the accusations of the woman he cherished, Christopher was powerless to argue. His birth family was an unavoidable existence, and the harm they had inflicted upon her and the children could never be erased.
All he could offer was an apology.