Evelyn Sherman was so shocked she forgot how to react and simply stared blankly.
She watched as Eddy Sherman walked step by step toward Grace Yakov, walked up to her, and took her into his arms...
"It's okay now." Eddy Sherman had broken out in a cold sweat from forcibly walking, yet his grip around Grace Yakov tightened nonstop, pressing her trembling body firmly against his chest.
Gently patting her back, as if comforting a frightened child.
"Evelyn is very healthy, she's grown up," Eddy Sherman said, struggling to speak, but continuously murmuring in Grace Yakov's ear.
His deep voice seemed to carry a magical power that slowly calmed the uncontrollable Grace Yakov, who leaned into his embrace, silently weeping.
She had harbored hatred for twenty-four years, only to realize she had hated the wrong person.
He must feel the same, right?
In these twenty-four years, as he looked at their daughter every day, was all that was left in his heart for her now just hatred?
