Dorothea waited until the elevator door closed before she dropped onto the floor.
"That's it…" she muttered. "I've lost my only chance to have a family. I'm just a bitter old woman that nobody wants, and I cannot change that anymore."
Dorothea knew this was her punishment, but she still couldn't help to weep over the spilled milk.
She wished she could turn back the time and treat her sons right, especially Vernon. She hurt that boy to the point that his hatred flowed in his blood.
She wanted to blame Vaughn for making her like this, but she couldn't.
Because it was her fault that she used Vernon as a scapegoat for all her hatred for her bastard late husband.
"If only I could be a bigger person like Chloe, none of this would happen…." Dorothea felt her heartache keep getting more excruciating with each passing second. Her tears dropped on the elevator floor.
