Chapter 450 Mom’s Guilt Hits Harder
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Ruby thought bitterly. It’s my fault. I was blind–blind enough to treat the one who switched my baby all those years ago as a savion keeping her by my side for more than twenty years. It’s my fault I fell into depression, making everyone worry about me, my fault I missed the signs that my real daughter was still alive. I’ll never be able to make it up to Natalie in this lifetime.
She didn’t dare cry aloud, afraid Waylon or Flynn might hear–but her heart hurt so much she could barely breathe.
Natalie was the daughter she had carried for ten long, months; the baby she had once wanted to cradle in her palms and give the whole world to. Yet she had let that same daughter suffer for more than twenty years–years that had been worse than death.
The mental torment inflicted by the Summers family had been far crueler than any physical pain.
The fact that Natalie hadn’t fallen into depression or developed psychological issues was proof of her strength.
And what about me? Ruby thought. What kind of mother am 1–crumbling at the smallest setback?
When Rachel’s true identity had come to light, Ruby’s spirit had collapsed all over again.
If it hadn’t been for the antidepressants she kept nearby, she didn’t know what state she’d be in
now,
Ruby saw the two innocent children, she had actually felt a flicker of resentment toward them. Now that she knew what kind of
cried soundlessly, her body trembling; she clawed at her hair, slapped her own face over and over–like a madwoman punishing herself–because only physical pain seemed capable of dulling the suffocating agony in her
she couldn’t let anyone see her like this–especially
drained, Ruby collapsed onto the
newborn filled her mind–so tiny, so soft, so
laughed; the
it anymore and fainted, her hand still clutching a longevity
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Ruby’s source of comfort; now it felt like a double–edged blade, cutting so
words slipped from Ruby’s lips as she
hair.
Natalie came out of the bathroom, she still felt a little
broken down just moments ago–a first
found this side of her endearing; for the
said, “I bought some fruit. See
the tray in front
at the simple gesture of brotherly
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