Still Wanna Escape After Stealing My Heart? novel Chapter 1312

"Aunt Gloria, actually... You still care a lot about my grandfather, right?" Marcus asked carefully on the other end of the phone.

Gloria laughed lightly. "Marcus, if I said no, would you feel bad?"

Marcus replied, "No, Aunt Gloria."

"Marcus, you are a good child, I will always acknowledge you as my nephew because biologically, you and I are connected by blood. We are very close. And, you are different from your grandfather and your father; you never rejected me. Not only that, you... You even took care of your step-grandmother's old house. I know you're a loyal and affectionate man." 1

"Thank you, Aunt Gloria," Marcus said with a smile.

"But your grandfather was different," Gloria said dully. "When your grandfather abandoned me, I was just born, and I didn't have any ability to fight back.

Throughout my entire childhood and adolescence, I was rejected by my birth father.

"Your grandfather made me understand that I am a sinner, a sinner who was cast aside and spat on the moment she was born. The only reason why I don't feel inferior to others or have a twisted personality is because your step-grandmother was an open-minded woman; otherwise, I might have grown insane under

your grandfather's continuous suppression.

"Do you think I would care about a father like that? That I would harbor any feelings for him? Even if I did, don't you think it would be nothing but hatred?

"I was only sad because of my lack of a father since I was born. But Jennie Gibson was different. We studied together as children, but her entire life was better than mine, and even now, she can still enjoy your grandfather’s love.

"Marcus, do you think I'm jealous?” 1

Marcus said solemnly, "Aunt Gloria, in the future, I will love and care for you, just treat me as your own son. I will be filial to you for the rest of my life. Everything that my grandfather and father owed you, I will make i t up to you. As for forgiveness, you have the right not t o forgive them for the rest of your life.”

"Alright, thank you, Marcus," Gloria said with a smile.

How could she not hate them!

Even if she had to stake her old life, even if she might die, she would not allow anyone to bully her daughter.

Sitting alone in the dark, lightless living room, Gloria laughed coldly, muttering to herself, "I will not allow anyone to destroy my daughter and my granddaughter's happy lives! I can do anything for my daughter!"

A wizened woman in her 50s who had experienced the cruel realities of life sat alone in her living room, tears pouring down her face in rivulets.

That night, Gloria hardly slept.

Early the next day, she looked gaunt and tired, with deep sunken eye sockets and heavy bags under her eyes.

Early in the morning, Gloria left the house before she even had breakfast. She stepped into a taxi and headed to the Shaw family residence.