The past felt like a wound brutally reopened.

Jessie paled. She felt too feeble to even defend herself.

Albert felt a pang of sympathy for Jessie. Handing the child to her, he addressed Lettie, "Mrs. Green, let's have a conversation."

Lettie sneered. "Why bother talking, Mr. Watson? I've said anything I have to. You're not exactly a spring chicken, are you? I believe you're not much younger than me. Being a widower and having a child from your previous marriage-how audacious of you to meddle with my Jessie?! Don't you feel any shame?"

Albert lived a carefree life till now.