Noah Bates couldn't imagine how Violet Don had coped these past few years, seeing her weeping on Wayne Don's shoulder suddenly stirred a strange pang of pain in his heart.
Wayne Don wiped away Violet's tears with a napkin and said to her, "Mommy, why don't we go home? Please don't be sad."
Shaking, Violet hugged Wayne tightly, "With you here, I can keep living…"
Wayne looked up at his fragile mother and then at Noah Bates standing outside the door, sighing, "Mom, like I told you before, it was actually Dad who picked me up today."
"I know you hate him, but he is… indeed my Dad."
Wayne raised his head and looked straight into Violet's eyes, his childish voice carrying an undeniable resolve, "Although I don't like him, I still find having a daddy to be dependable. But, if Mommy doesn't want to go back to Daddy, I won't interfere; your choice is my choice."
Your choice is my choice.