Chapter 1142 Iâm sorry, my kids James stared at Sumasaâs face in the video and whispered to himself:
Please rest assured.
I will make sure that Amelia lives a safe and healthy life for the rest of her days.
Your daughter, your Elvira, will be happy, very happy indeed.
Paul, who was watching the video with them, noticed that James held Ameliaâs hands tightly.
It seemed that Paul had slowly come to understand why James was so determined to be with Amelia, even though he knew she was from the Clark family.
Apart from the love, hate, and life-and-death struggles that the two had gone through for over a decade, there was also Ameliaâs innocent and tragic motherâ¦
Paul grew up in a loving family, with harmonious parents and respectful siblings. He rarely empathized with others, but this time he felt great pity for Ameliaâs mother.
The Clark family was really heartless, treating their own child so Iâm sorry, my kids cruelly. They were nothing but a group of beasts in human clothing.
As Paul clenched her fists in anger, the next video appeared, still featuring Sumasa, but this time on the streets of England.
Compared to the previous video, she looked much older, with a sallow complexion, pale lips, and no flesh on her body. It seemed like a gust of wind could blow her away.
She looked a bit weak, leaning against a dirty wall, with Skender sleeping next to her and Elvira wrapped in a swaddle.
Her bulging eyes stared tightly at the camera, trying to move her lips several times before slowly making a hoarse sound.
âIâm sorry, Mommy is useless and was kicked out by your grandparentsâ¦â
âThey blame me for marrying a foreigner with inheritance, so they donât want to lend me money. I really have no choice but to beg with you.â
âBut Mommyâs body doesnât seem to be doing well, and I canât hold on much longerâ¦â
At this point, Sumasa choked up, tears streaming down her face.
She didnât know how many times she had cried, but her tears were dry.
âMommy doesnât want to die. Iâm afraid that if I die, you will also freeze and starve to death on the street. Youâre still so youngâ¦â
âIâm sorry, Iâm really sorry. I shouldnât have given birth to you and let you suffer in this world.â
âBut because of you, I know that my existence in this world is meaningful.â
âYour soft bodies and sweet smiles are the cure for all of Mommyâs troubles.â
âI donât regret giving birth to you, but I feel sorry for not giving you a better lifeâ¦â
âIâm sorry, my childrenâ¦â