How could Luna Warner possibly love the little bastard born from a man she hated? All these years, her presence in Zola Morgan's life had been nothing but an act.
That was why the child had never been close to her.
Besides, even when Luna Warner was with the child, she never fulfilled her duties as a mother. How could there be any talk of love?
But hearing this soul-searching question from Vera Warner's lips was still rather jarring.
"How could I not love him? He's my son—the person I love most in this world."
"And I would never harm him. When he was kidnapped before, I was so worried."
"I couldn't even sleep properly for days because of it."
Luna Warner spoke with sincerity. No matter what, she was still Zola Morgan's mother on the surface, and there were certain things she had to say to keep up appearances.
