Without that child, he became someone she could easily discard.
Without the child to tie them together, what did he matter?
She was protected by the "W" organization, the pampered daughter of the Thompson family, with a loving brother, a doting mother, and the relentless pursuit of the famous Jeremy Norman in Capital City.
As for him, Michael Gallagher - what did he really count for?
In the past, he could use his identity as the child's father to care for her and pave the way for her.
But now, he had nothing.
Realizing all of this, Michael's heart suddenly ached sharply, as if scorching-hot steel balls were sprinkled on it - cold and hard, rolling right over the tenderest part of his heart.
He clutched his chest, lowered his eyelashes, and the corners of his cold lips pulled into a wan smile.
Looking at Michael's hands, which hung by his sides with white knuckles, Scarlett's voice suddenly went hoarse: "Mr. Jenkins, I..."
Her voice abruptly stopped.
