Listening to Eleanor Bishop's words, Rory's eyes reddened. She trembled, her voice wavering as she asked in a soft, childish tone, "Mommy, do you... not want me anymore?"
The moment Eleanor Bishop heard her daughter, a sharp pain pierced her heart. She hugged Rory tightly, her whole body trembling. "Of course not. How could Mommy not want you? I was just asking. If you don't like the idea of having a daddy, then just pretend Mommy never said anything." 'Damn me, even thinking of trading Rory for the Bishop Family's security...'
But she truly couldn't think of any other way.
"If I have a daddy, does that mean I can't have a mommy?" Hearing that her mother wasn't abandoning her, Rory blinked her tear-filled eyes and asked again, full of apprehension.
"..." Eleanor Bishop fought back tears. She gently pushed Rory away and stared at her, stunned, as a fresh wave of pain washed over her heart.
