Henry quietly approached Grace, who was crying helplessly, and guided her to the sofa. He made a quick call to a doctor he knew, asking them to come over and treat Grace's wounds.
"Wah wah... Son, why is this happening? Everything I did was for you! I never meant to kill your father... It was him... It was that person..."
Grace continued to cry, clutching Henry's hand tightly.
"Mom, the reason you're in this situation is... the sins you've committed over the years," Henry said calmly, gently easing his hand away from hers.
In pain from the beating she had endured, Grace looked up at Henry weakly. "Henry... don't look at me like that... I did it for you, for you..."
Henry gazed at her, emotions swirling inside him—shame, anger, and deep sorrow.
Grace was his biological mother, and seeing her like this broke his heart.
