Hearing my words, Gloria’s eyes filled with tears as she gently touched her belly. She whispered, “Baby, don’t blame me for bringing you on such a hard journey. It’s all my fault.”
“Look at Daddy one more time. This might be the last time we see him.”
Her voice trembled pitifully, her sobs so convincing that anyone who didn’t know her would think she was on her deathbed. But Robert was easy to fool. He wiped away Gloria’s tears tenderly before turning to me.
“Amelia, it was my fault back then. Don’t worry … I promised you a wedding, so I’ll keep that promise.”
He then glanced at Gloria, continuing, “But she’s pregnant and can’t travel far. The baby is innocent and don’t you want to be a mother too? Why don’t we let her stay here to give birth first? You can even adopt the child as your own.”
I looked at him steadily, the same way he had looked at me when he sent me to prison for her.
“It’s my duty. I have no objection.”
“Amelia, you’ve become much gentler and more understanding after those three years,” he said with a pleased smile.