"Ma..." She murmured before sitting down. "I'm free, Ma... Angus..." She kinda gave a hiccup sounding sob, smoothing the nervously crumpled letter. She then read the letter out loud to her word for sordid word, details of the other babies, the other women involved, the amount of money he had stolen via estimation, every disgusting line.

And when she lowered the letter, she lifted her chin, the tears falling freely and it was hard to say if they were of joy, anger, or sadness.... Nor the little sobs because Ruth did not usually carry on so. "He ne'er married me, ms. Not legal like, but I ain't the only one and my son has a full brood o' sisters maybe even a brother... And the only one he is married to... Is a woman named Sarah Monroe... He ain't married to me though. Oh, me poor son.... Stuck with him as a da for sure, the drunken sot, and without a last name. Me son is going to get hurt because of him not being legitimate, it's not fair Ma...." And then she started to sob for real when that part sunk in. "He is a good boy and doesn't deserve that." She then dropped the letter and started to weep for her child, showing just how much she loved Jacob.