"For her, do you really want to destroy the foundation of the Hughes Clan?" Grace Roe looked at her son with complete incomprehension. Had he been possessed?
"Not for her, but for my father, your former husband." Joshua Hughes' gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing directly into Grace Roe's heart, giving her no time to recover. Instantly, her face turned paper-white. Her former husband? That scholar with an intelligence that could only be looked up to, that gentle lover, that forgiving father, Declan Hughes was a flawless man. Such a man that even God would be envious of, which is why he was given a body that wasn't completely healthy.
"He's been dead for so many years, Joshua. I know you didn't like me marrying Conny, but I was only in my twenties then. I just, I just......" Grace Roe couldn't say it out loud. She just complied with **, she just didn't want to be lonely.
