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The son was saved.
"Ethan, Ethan!"
Mrs. Taylor was in floods of tears, crying ceaselessly as she clung tightly to her son, whom she had feared lost, hot tears falling onto the nape of his neck.
"Mommy won't force you anymore, never again. You can hit me, scold me, all the fault is mine, just don't take your life as a joke."
She truly couldn't bear this torment; it was like driving a knife into her heart!
"..."
Her scalding tears caused his heart to falter, and Ethan Taylor raised his hand to gently pat her back, offering silent comfort without a word.
His gesture made Mrs. Taylor cry even louder; the strong, decisive woman of the business world weeping like a three-year-old child.
The mother and son held on to each other for a while before finally letting go.
Ethan Taylor looked at Caroline Edwin's palm, the skin broken and bleeding, guilt in his eyes, as the gloom in the depths of his eyes cleared, vitality blossoming anew.
He offered a smile, "Sister, may I hug you?"
