After the child was taken away, Ruth Dawn felt as though her heart was being wrenched apart. She sat on the hospital bed, dazed, "My child, gone... my child is gone."
She seemed to be suffering from a loss of soul, muttering to herself.
The child was her life, her only emotional support. Now, taken away by the people of the Thousand Hand Society, it was as if she had just seen a glimmer of dawn before someone snuffed it out.
Kameida Shizuka smirked, "Ruth, my dear sister, you really can't take a hit."
"I have a daughter too, and you know, a child is just that."
"My husband and I have no feelings for each other, so the child we brought into the world also lacks affection. Ruth, don't you dislike William Cole?"
"Since that's the case, the child you had with him means nothing to you. Why not find another man you like and have a child with him instead?"
Ruth's entire body trembled, and she was in terrible shape, her eyes bloodshot.