Norris lowered his head and stayed silent at Abigail Moore's words.
After a moment of quiet, she softly asked, "How is your mom doing now?"
"My dad passed away. She moved back to where she used to live," Trenton Smith replied indifferently.
Norris hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "That story you told me back then... I didn't pick up on it. I'm sorry."
Trenton looked up at her, then smiled slightly, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "What's there to be sorry for?"
Norris wasn't entirely sure why, but a faint guilt stirred within her heart.
Whenever she recalled Trenton's cold, faintly mocking voice back then, and the lonely, frozen childhood he described as an illegitimate child, her chest ached a little.
In the grudges of the previous generation, the children are always the most innocent.
Though Luke Moore didn't treasure her, at least Norris had a complete and happy childhood.
Before Trenton came searching for her, Luke Moore had treated her as his own.
