Ella Charles's face was quickly drenched with tears.
Daniel Marshall took out two tissues and gently wiped his mother's tears.
Having never raised her son, Ella felt she had no right to enjoy such a blessing and quickly took the tissues from Daniel's hand to wipe her own tears.
Daniel furrowed his brows lightly, and with his voice still gentle, looked at his mother with concern, "Don't talk about yourself like that, you did nothing wrong. Mom, I'm capable of protecting you, you really don't need to worry.
Our meeting today was a bit abrupt, and I hope it hasn't scared you. For your safety, I had to resort to this strategy, I am sorry! I... actually worry about you quite a bit, afraid that I might disrupt your life, and also worried you wouldn't want to see me."
Ella looked up, her eyes marred with trails of tears, and gazed steadfastly at her son, "It's not like that, I'm not as wonderful as you think, nor am I a qualified mother, I am the one who has failed you..."
