The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

Chapters 187. Honesty of Mr. Wilson

The white face that always looked firm and calm now turned red. Even Dava several times shook his head as if he was unable to say anything at this time.

His heart was already too broken.

Sarah brought back the sturdy body into her arms. In elus gently the back of the child until a while no longer heard sobs from Dava.

The atmosphere in his room was pitiful, the bed that was so messy made Sarah look at the nanar. Never once did he see the other side of Dava other than being a man who always worked hard and firmly in leading all his workers.

"I really don't know what to do right now, ma'am." finally after a moment of gathering strength, Dava's voice came weakly.

"I'm sorry, Dav. All this time I really did not care about you.." isak Sarah sincerely apologized to the child.

"Mom realized I have so many shortcomings for you. I really want to start well. Let Mom be with you. What happened to you this time I won't ask you again, son. But can I stay by your side as long as you need me?" said Sarah who made Dava immediately nodded quickly.

He did not know where to explain everything to his mother, even his lips felt faint when he wanted to tell her about his true self.

"Alright, Son. We'd better stay at Mom's. Maybe it would be better for you at this time." said Sarah very understand if one of the causes of her son's heart is destroyed is the woman who always became the owner of the heart of Dava figure, Ruth.

"Yes, Mom. We'll be together." Dava recalls not being the biological child of Mr Wilson and Mrs Tarisya.

That means if he has to go back to where he should be. It can't be forever to have a roof with the woman he loves so much, even if they're not sisters right now. It would be much more painful for him.

"Well, I'll ask Mr. Wilson for permission immediately. And you better get ready, we're gonna start all over together." The smile on Sarah's lips made Dava so calm. He now gets his mother back even though she is not his mother.

One warm kiss landed on Dava's forehead. Sarah smiled as she wiped the child's tears after a quick peek. He walked out of the room. Stay Dava figure alone with his nanar gaze.

The view was changed after making sure the room door was closed perfectly.

In the family room, Wuri and Mr. Wilson are talking intimately.

Everyone was surprised to see Sarah's eyes, it can be ascertained that something happened in the room.

He was so afraid that his words would hurt the feelings of the man in front of him.

"Sit down first, Sarah." asked Mr. Wilson in his calm voice. He understood what had happened to Dava and his mother in the room.

Dava must have told me everything that's going on in his life right now.

The atmosphere that had been warm turned into silence again when he saw Sarah's sad look at Mr. Wilson.

Immediately, he took a slow breath and exhaled it violently. "Did Jeff tell you everything, Sarah?" Mr. Wilson chose to ask first.

Sarah shook her head quickly, how to tell a story while talking Dava was not able to, he thought.

"It's all my fault, Sarah. Everything is my fault. Including Jeff's presence in our family was my fault."

Hearing that, all surprised like guessing what Dava had done to make Mr Wilson say he was a mistake?

Sarah shook her head and asked with a face of shock. "I-I mean, Mister? What does your word mean?" he asked with curiosity.

"Jeff is not our son..." Mr. Wilson recounted what had passed a few years ago without being missed.

He told a long story until several times Sarah and Wuri were surprised to hear the story of Mr. Wilson's family's past that turned out to be so much trouble.

Until finally he also told the truth about the figure of Ruth is also not their biological child. Really, everyone was so unexpected that it turned out that Joints were the only children they had left.

Over the years, that secret has only now been revealed. Even Mr. Wilson himself told the truth. If not, it is possible that at any time it will not be revealed.

And this is all because of Dava and Ruth's forbidden love affair that makes him inevitably have to open his voice. Although it's too late.