
Love You Deeply Between The End and The Light
Chapter 2
I couldn't hold back the grievances in my heart anymore. "Why did you take Howie away? Do you know how much my mother wanted to see him?"
Back then, Marcus had coaxed me to quit my job and have a baby, making me take all kinds of nourishing food.
As a result, the fetus was too big, tearing my privates when I gave birth and leaving me with stretch marks that would last a lifetime.
From then on, Marcus had become unwilling to sleep with me and stayed out all night.
While Howie, the baby I had given birth to with great effort, had been taken away by Old Mrs. Fanning when he was just one month old.
They said that as the heir of the Fanning family, the child must be trained well and must not be influenced by my cheapness.
They also said that according to the fortune teller's statement, my mother would be a hindrance to Howie and the Fanning family's fortune.
My mother and I rarely saw Howie throughout the year. She had missed her grandson so much and finally, Marcus had agreed to let her see Howie, so she had come over to celebrate the anniversary with us.
Unexpectedly...
"I've already said that not letting your mother see Howie is for the good of both of our families. If the Fanning family's fortune were affected, how could you still live the good life you have now? Don't forget that your whole family relies on my support."
Marcus felt a little guilty and snapped impatiently, for he didn't remember the promise he had made casually at all.
Seeing that Marcus and I were about to quarrel again, Cynthia tried to smooth things over, chuckling.
"It's normal for a grandma to miss her grandson. How about this? I won't go to the ancestor worship ritual. Just let Katherine and her mother attend."
For six years, my mother and I were banned from all public occasions related to the Fanning family, except for their ancestor worship ritual.
It was because the ancestor worship ceremony was a grind where one had to prepare offerings without eating, drinking, or even a breather.
No one in the Fanning family was willing to take this, so the responsibility for this grind naturally fell on my mother and me.
Each time, we would be sent away without even a chance to drink some water after working hard for a whole day.
The reason why my mother had been willing to endure such injustice was that she could see Howie at the ancestor worship ritual.
At the thought of this, my heart overflowed with sadness.
"No need," I said coldly, "My mother is dead."