Zola Morgan had long been convinced that Vera Warner was his mother. From the first time he met her, he had been firm in this belief.
He had been in danger back then, but his words weren't born from gratitude for Vera saving him. It was more like an instinct, a pull of kinship guiding him.
Chloe Warner had wanted to chime in, but seeing that her mom seemed a bit off today, she wisely chose to keep her mouth shut.
Zola asked pitifully, "So you mean you still want me to leave? That you don't want me."
Vera sighed. 'This is more than I can handle!'
"Zola, you have a better future ahead of you. We can all be your best friends, and we can see each other again when we have the chance, but you ultimately have to go back to your own home."
Vera silently told herself she had to be ruthless. Now that she'd said these words, there was no turning back.
