"How could you give her away to someone else? How could you!"
"Give her back to me! Give her back to me!"
The elderly man firmly pulled him away from his legs, his broad fingers gently passing over his grandson's hair, and said in an unyielding and irresistible voice, "She will no longer be part of your life. This way, you will be better off, won't you?"
"Didn't you hate her? Hate her for sharing the love I had for you, hate her for being in your sight, hate her for following you."
"Rest assured, all this won't happen again. She will not exist in your life anymore."
A cold shiver suddenly raced up Samuel Johnson's back. If she was no longer going to be in his life, did that mean another man would have her?
Have her affection, her care, even her body, she would bear another man's child, she would be good to another man. Thus, everything that once belonged to him would be given to another man.
The thought nearly drove him mad.
