Mary Douglas turned her back on them, holding Little Sun in her arms, her body paused slightly. Her fingers gently tapped Little Sun's soft cheeks, revealing a gentle smile.
Using her brain, she couldn't speak out, using her own child to give herself a way out.
Beau Reed understood exactly what Arabella Vanderbilt was doing.
But this was really enough.
She was right, twenty-seven years, now already married, and now she has two lovely children.
Her ability to remain so calm after hearing this news was beyond his expectations.
Wanting her to suddenly call him, indeed it wasn't easy.
But, her attitude was very clear.
She acknowledged him.
"I'm sorry."
For so many years, he clearly knew, yet he still wasn't there for her.
This so-called father hadn't provided her with any care, and now...
He truly felt undeserving of being called father.
His apology caused Mary Douglas to stop playing with Little Sun, lowering her eyes, her thin lips pressed tightly.
