"Mommy, if you're hurting, just cry it out. Don't bottle it up and hurt yourself!"
While Ivy Grant was saying comforting words, her face was more distressed than anyone else's.
She was thinking that with such a big incident happening, one could sense that all illusions had shattered and there was no hope left. If she was feeling this bad, how could her mommy remain unruffled?
So when Ivy Grant saw that her mommy's face showed no sign of distress, she almost couldn't bear it and didn't know how to comfort her.
The corners of Aria Grant's eyebrows sagged. Her heart was breaking, yet she didn't know how to show it. She was an adult; if she fell apart, what would happen to her child?
Therefore, even though her heart was aching, Aria Grant did not want to show it. After a moment, she stroked her child's forehead with her hand.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me!"
The one who said they're fine might be rotting inside!
No, Ivy Grant couldn't stand it any longer!
