Aaron Sinclair's words struck Mrs. Dawson like a sledgehammer, shattering her hypocritical facade. Her expression froze.
Even now, she truly didn't believe she was in the wrong.
'He was never my child to begin with. I lost my own son because of him. So, from my point of view, wasn't it perfectly reasonable to despise him and treat him poorly?'
'If my biological son had never been found, he could have gone on being my son, the young master of the General's Mansion. But one day, my real son returned.'
'For the sake of my own child, this bastard who had stolen my son's identity simply had to go. As a mother, I was forced to consider my son's future. He couldn't blame me for that. It wasn't my fault.'
'Besides, hadn't he returned perfectly safe? I was his adoptive mother, after all. They say the bond of nurture is stronger than the bond of birth.'
