I wanted to say something, but seemed to realize it was inappropriate, so under Riley Sully's gaze, I finally swallowed my words, stepped forward, and slipped an envelope into her hand: "This is the income for this month, I kept a bit, the rest is for you."
Riley Sully's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she hurriedly refused: "Mathew, I can't take this money..."
"Riley, consider it child support for Hankie, you have to let me fulfill some father's responsibility." Mason Wright spoke again.
Riley Sully held the money, her eye sockets somewhat red.
Yes, she had almost forgotten he was the child's father, forgotten that this man had once given her a home, forgotten that he had stayed up countless late nights to cover her with a quilt, forgotten how he anxiously took her to the hospital when she was ill.
Riley Sully, you really are forgetful.
So forgetful that even she somewhat hated her own ruthlessness and indifference.
