Chapter 1572

Even though Maurice still hated his mother for how cruel she was, he saw how worn out she looked, and it wrenched him. If she suffered such a difficult life, why did she not come looking for him? Charmine could tell what Maurice was thinking, so she wheeled the woman closer to the bed. “You were wrong about Auntie, Mo,” said Charmine. Maurice looked at her and then at his mother again. Mistaken? The woman in the wheelchair met his eyes and explained gently, “Mo, I didn’t leave you behind back then. I loved you.” Maurice smiled bitterly. “Love? Does that include locking me inside a dark room from day to night? Does that include leaving my father and I for thirty years, never coming back?” His voice grew unsteady as he spoke. The woman’s eyes reddened at Maurice’s words, and she began to sob. “I’m sorry, Mo. I’m really sorry…but I didn’t have a choice… “You know the situation back then. We were poor, and your father had gambling problems. Whenever he ran out of money,