"Adela, you're like a cloud in the sky—untouched, unstained. When I see you, I finally understand that something this pure and clear can exist in this world."
"Everyone says clouds drift away. But I want to keep you tucked inside my heart, year after year, protecting you, keeping you clean and whole."
"All I want in this life is to drift through the clouds with you, never apart, morning or night."
"Adela, the woman who shares my bed isn't the one in my heart. Only in my dreams, late at night, can I still see your face—so pure it makes my heart ache."
Kevin's composure finally cracked. He lost control and shouted, "Shut up! Roberta, I made one mistake! Haven't I paid enough for it this past year?"
"It's over and done with—why do you keep dragging it up?"
I laughed coldly, grabbed the women's lotus-print panties, and flung them at his face.
"I'm the one dragging it up? Oh, your love letters to her were so touching, I just had to keep them. To remind you that you've got a pure, beautiful Adela Fox tucked away in your heart!"
"And you call that paying for it? Poppy Abbott isn't just my daughter. Taking care of her is your responsibility—nothing more!"