"Can't keep it?" The corner of Damian Hawthorne's mouth lifted into a half-smile. "Cecilia, the child is mine. I have the right to be responsible for its life."
"Responsible..." Cecilia Nathan's voice was dry and hoarse. "How will you be responsible for it? Can you give it a perfect family?"
"The heirs of the Hawthorne Family don't need the support of a family." Damian Hawthorne's smile vanished.
Cecilia Nathan's breath caught.
'He was right. The heirs of the Hawthorne Family didn't need the support of a family.'
Damian Hawthorne's father had died young, and his grandmother had passed away early as well.
Among The Hawthorne Clan, almost every heir came from a broken home.
'But she was just an ordinary person.'
'She just wanted her child to have the good life of an ordinary person.'
'If she couldn't give it a complete home, she would rather not have this child at all.'
