Faye Townsend lowered her head in torment, her hands resting on her forehead, elbows propped on her knees.
She had to get Hunter Warren to leave, she had to ensure he stayed away from her children.
She could lose the entire world, but she couldn’t lose Darnley and Miya; these two children were her life.
When Faye Townsend came upstairs, Hunter Warren was sitting by the bedside intently watching Miya, his gaze softer than she had ever seen.
She stood secretly by the door watching the father and daughter inside, and for a moment, her heart ached.
She felt guilty inside.
But she wasn’t sorry for Hunter Warren; she was sorry for these two children.
They clearly had a father, but couldn’t enjoy true fatherly love because she couldn’t handle her relationship with their father.
She thought that by doubling her love for these two children, they would feel content.
But in truth, she knew they always longed for a father’s love.