Shea's smile grew even wider. She did not seem to be pretending.

This woman did not seem to be smarter than Layla. Avery’s hatred and prejudice toward Shea gradually dissolved.

Yes, Elliot loved this woman, but the more Avery looked at her the more pity she felt for her.

After dinner, Hayden walked over to Avery.

"Mom."

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" said Avery calmly as she looked at her beloved son.

Hayden nodded and looked rather pitiful. "I pity her," he said.

Pity.

The word brought back a wealth of memories of the night she had left Elliot.

That night, Avery had felt as if her heart had been smashed into a million pieces. She felt as if she had died that night, and it was all because of this pitiful woman.

She wasn't going to tell Hayden any of it.

"Yes, she is a pitiful woman," replied Avery. "I can't promise you that I'll teat her illness though."

Hayden looked up, "Why?"

"Well, she has to undergo surgery to feel better. And there's a chance she m