"Because my mother was touched by more than one man."
Sophie Smith's face had a hint of expression, but now it was completely frozen. Before she could react, he spoke again, with each word like salt on a bleeding wound, intensifying his pain.
"Before I was taken back to Europe by Nathan Land, my mother was nothing more than a bartender in a seedy bar, selling drinks to make a living. Every day, various men would try all sorts of ways to take advantage of her. Later, Nathan Land sent people to bring us back. My mother was beautiful, so he liked to take her to various banquets and business deals, and if..."
He took a deep breath from the bottom of his heart, his large hands clenched into fists, and it seemed like he suppressed it for a long time before he spoke.
"If some man took a fancy to her, he would give her to that man, maybe for one night, maybe for a week..."
"He never saw her as his woman, his wife, just treated her as a bargaining chip."
"..."
