Yana smiled bitterly. As she was a gentle woman, she didn't say anything and only kept her head lowered.
I frowned. Somehow, I felt that Aaron's behavior was a little hurtful. Regardless of what happened in the past, since Yana was already pregnant now, he shouldn't hurt a woman like this without a reason.
"Anne, be good and eat properly!" I said. I looked towards Aaron and scooped some food for him, then continued, "Aaron, do you remember the puppy you picked up from the farm when I was eleven?"
He was surprised by the abrupt, random question, then said, "I remember. That was years ago."
"Do you still remember what happened to the dog afterwards?"
He thought for a moment and answered, "I let you keep it. After raising it for a few months, you had to go to school in the country, so I gave it away."
I nodded. "Back then, it was too troublesome to take care of it, so it was given away. I tried looking for the dog later on, but I just couldn't find it. All these years, I keep thinking that if we hadn't given it away and just let it keep Grandma company in the yard, perhaps I wouldn't have to feel this guilt and remorse every time I think of it."
He was silent for a while. Then, he scooped some meat into my bowl. "It's in the past."
"Mommy, did you have a dog before? Is it like Snowball?" Anne interjected as she stared at me with a face full of curiosity.
I smiled and nodded.
She nodded back and said, "Then I mustn't lose Snowball in the future. I have to take care of it properly, and not have any guilt or remorse."
I laughed. My gaze subconsciously shifted towards Aaron. "Aaron, even Anne understands this reasoning. Let's not get carried away in our own world."
He pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
Yana had always been a person of few words. She barely said anything over dinner.
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