But the young woman before her was saying she was her mother, that she had been forced to abandon her years ago.
Georgia Thorne's expression was indescribably cold. Watching Naomi Shaw cry in front of her, she felt no sympathy.
She was filled with nothing but numbness.
Naomi Shaw's eyes were red from crying. She looked at Georgia and said, "Georgia, I don't expect you to forgive me, but I really am your mother."
"That's enough. Say no more!" Georgia Thorne glared at her coldly. "Miss Shaw, let me make one thing perfectly clear. I have only one mother, and her name is Yara Joyce!"
'The world must have gone mad. And so has Naomi Shaw.'
'How else could she say something so absurd?'
"Georgia…"
"We're not that close. You should just call me by my full name," Georgia Thorne interrupted coldly.
Naomi Shaw was momentarily speechless, staring at her blankly. "I'm sorry, Miss Shaw, but I have things to do. I'll be leaving now."
