At that moment, guilt completely engulfed Dorothy's heart.

She had been too stubborn in the past, fixated on the idea that she must clear her mother's name, without giving much thought to anything else.

As Abigail and Langston grew older and wiser by the day, their understanding of what home meant became increasingly clear.

Was Everett the only one with regrets in his heart?

Dorothy was the one who should feel the most regret! Her children should have been by her side, enjoying a life with their mother. Yet, because she was busy collecting evidence and hiding their whereabouts, she had left Langston abroad and entrusted Abigail to Karen.

Aside from giving birth to them, she had done too little for her children.

Even after Everett took over their care, he had spent more time with them than she had.

Watching Abigail and Langston return to their rooms, Dorothy remained lost in her thoughts, sitting alone on the couch for a long time...

Until she suddenly remembered that Everett had promised to come home today.

That was what Abigail and Langston were most looking forward to.

But Dorothy waited and waited, and there was still no sign of Everett returning.

Seeing that it was nearly bedtime for the kids, she couldn't wait any longer and decided to give Everett a call.

The first call went unanswered.

form in her heart, prompting her

Everett picked up this

"What's up?"

was cold, just like how he talked

wasn't used to it,

could Everett possibly

that you'd come home

with work at the office, I'll be

"Okay."

the phone, Dorothy felt her heart

Everett was

he wasn't at the office! So, why did he say he was delayed because of work? Dorothy slightly

meeting outside, that

something that could only be done in the

silently reminded herself

he had his reasons, and he wouldn't hurt her.

half an

car pulled up at the

living room, ready to welcome their dad

opened the door, the two

"Dad!"

embraced him tightly before he

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