Nora Harrow went out to calm her mood, a welling of sour water in her eyes, feeling utterly miserable, with a heart torn to shreds.
It truly was an oversight at the time; she should have taken her son with her when she left, and she wouldn't have so many problems now. But if she had taken the child, Xavier Warren would definitely not agree to such a separation. He stayed with her because of the child, and without the child, he probably wouldn't even spare her a glance.
As soon as she went out, Xavier Warren also came out, holding their son tightly in his arms. Because it was raining, afraid that the rain and the damp wind would harm their son, he took off his suit and held the boy tightly in his embrace.
As for Nora Harrow, standing outside, he didn't even give her an extra glance and headed straight out.
Was it cruel? Heartless? Compared to her, he felt he was less than one percent.
