After descending the stairs, everyone had finished dinner. Seeing the couple come down, no one said much, except for the elderly lady, who quickly instructed Aunt Mai to reheat the meal so the young couple could eat.
Pheobe Rogers had already left with a heavy heart, carrying her emotional scars.
After making such a scene for so long, the thing she had longed for for decades remained unachieved today, and even her own biological son didn't support her. She felt she had been a complete failure as a mother. Other families' sons were close to their mothers, but her son was only close to his eldest brother, who wasn't even born of the same mother. She knew she couldn't blame her son; it was all her own doing, her own fault. She should never have sent James Horne back to the Horne Family. He had been old enough then to have developed feelings for her, yet she had sent him away, severing their mother-son bond and casting a shadow over the child's heart.
