Chapter 90
- Oliver Whitfield's point of view
- I went to the hospital alone and stood at the ward entrance. On the head of the bed, I found my mother crying through the glass. Charlotte Evans sat on the head of the bed and held hands with her mother. No one knew what she was talking about.
- For so many years, my mother had never cried. Even when faced with the sarcasm of his parents and the gossiping outside, she had remained strong.