NovelEnglishYou Don't Deserve My son The impact was brutal.
Bryce’s mouth was a bloody mess, and he stumbled, slamming against the wall with tremendous force.
A muffled impact resonated in the room, a painful punctuation to the moment.
Bryce, however, didn't utter a word.
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself upright.
Hector, usually the epitome of calm, now wore an unmistakable mask of anger.
His eyes glowed with fury.
"Bryce, maybe 1 have pampered you too much.
That's the only explanation for your utter disregard for other people's lives!" Bryce’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t say anything.
"Your cousin is lying in the hospital.
If anything happens to him, you are going to answer for it!" Fear finally crept into Bryce's eyes.
His gaze dropped, and he stammered, "I'm sorry.
I...
didn't mean...
| never expected something like that would happen..." Hector's tone turned icy.
"You are sorry? Save it for yourself.
I'm disappointed in you." Bryce's face paled at his harsh words.
Hector continued, "I have raised you up on my own and doted on you for years since | felt sorry for your mother's death.
Now, it looks like I made a mistake.
Look at yourself..
Do you really deserve your mother's sacrifices?" Bryce raised his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Is it true? Did my mother die
because of me?” Hector had never spoken of Bryce’s mother for many years.
This made Bryce believe that he had been abandoned.
Bryce grabbed Hector's arm, desperation in his voice.
"Tell me everything about my mother!" Hector's gaze turned cold.
"I promised your mother I would tell you everything when you are old enough to take care of yourself.” Bryce suddenly shouted,
"But I want to know now! Why are you keeping it from me? Tell me, right now!” However, Bryce's request didn't affect Hector.
Hector shrugged off Bryce’s hand and said casually, "You can head back now.
You are not needed here.” With that, Hector walked toward the doctor's office to inquire about Mitchel's condition.
"Hector." Bryce's voice came from behind him.
With a wry smile, Bryce asked, "I'm not your biological son, right?" Bryce had secretly taken a paternity test when he was thirteen
years old.
Bryce had kept this secret to himself for five long years.
Today, he finally let it out.
Hector halted briefly, then walked away without uttering a word.
Frustration etched across his face, Bryce slammed his fist into the wall.
Blood immediately seeped through his fingers.
Bryce leaned against the wall for what felt like an eternity before turning around.
To his surprise, Eloise stood behind him.
Eloise wanted to say something but hesitated.
However, there was undisguised pity in her eyes.
Obviously, Eloise had overheard their conversation just now.
She hesitated for a while, then stammered, "I'm sorry...
About last night in the tent..." Bryce's expression changed abruptly, and he snapped, "Get lost.” He pushed Eloise away and left
without a backward glance.
Eloise, fraught with sorrow, burst into tears immediately.
The night before, she and Bryce had played drinking games in the tent, eventually drinking more than intended.
At some point, she caught a whiff of a familiar fragrance reminiscent of Mitchel's cologne.
In a haze, Eloise reached out and clung to the person next to her.
From what she could recall, she seemed to lean in for a kiss.
Beyond that, her memory was a blur.
When others woke her up in the middle of the night, she found herself sharing the same tent with Bryce.
As she stirred, she absentmindedly touched her lips, unsure if she had kissed Bryce.
Ugh! If she kissed Bryce, that would be a major loss for her! It was her first kiss, and she couldn't even remember how it felt.
How did this happen? No way! It couldn't be true! Moreover, Bryce disliked her.
Well, the feeling was mutual.
Eloise was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.
Meanwhile, Raegan passed out after getting hooked up to an IV.
The fever and intense stress knocked her out for the entire night.
Even in her sleep, she felt a bit uneasy, waking up with beads of cold sweat on her forehead.
Raegan glanced out the window at the blinding sunlight and questioned the nurse who came in to check her IV infusion.
Only then did Raegan realize she had been out for a long time.
Ignoring the nurse's advice, she yanked out the infusion tube and sprinted to the ICU.
In the ICU, she questioned the doctor and learned that Mitchel had been moved to the VIP ward.
So, Raegan turned on her heels and made her way straight to the VIP ward.
Before long, she was breathless, and her forehead was slick with sweat.
Arriving at the VIP ward's door, two stern-faced bodyguards blocked her path.
"Sorry.
Can you let Mitchel know that Raegan wants to see him?" Raegan pleaded.
With an impassive expression, the bodyguard coldly said, "Miss, we have received orders that no one is allowed to enter the
room.” Raegan was taken aback when she heard that.
Didn't the doctor say Mitchel had regained consciousness? Did it mean Mitchel didn't want to see her? This thought left Raegan
feeling a bit dejected.
But she wasn't ready to give up, so she sat on a bench next to the elevator.
She figured she would feel less guilty if she was closer to Mitchel.
She stayed there until nightfall.
Raegan skipped meals but took occasional bathroom breaks.
Even the bodyguards rotated shifts.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Raegan couldn't shake the feeling that Mitchel was avoiding her.
Approaching the stoic bodyguard, she implored, "Can you please pass on a message? I'll leave once I know Mr.
Dixon is okay.” The bodyguards remained unyielding, just like the ones on the previous shift.
"Miss, we are Just doing our job.
Please don't make things difficult for us.” Turned down once again, Raegan decided to try her luck with Luciana.
The elevator doors slid open as soon as she turned around.
A poised middle-aged man emerged, his_ hair impeccably groomed and an air of seriousness surrounding him even before he
spoke.
Casting a glance at the man, Raegan felt a spark of familiarity.
Without much thought, she turned to walk toward the elevator, but the man stopped her.
"Hey, hold on a minute!" Pausing, Raegan looked at him inquisitively.
"Yes?" Alexis narrowed his eyes and looked at her up and down.
"Are you Mitchel’s ex-wife?" He had done some digging on Raegan and had a photo of her.
Her real-life appearance surpassed the beauty captured in the photo, making it easy for him to recognize her.
Judging by Alexis’ tone, Raegan guessed his identity and nodded affirmatively.
"I'm Mitchel’s father," Alexis stated, offering a brief introduction.
Raegan reciprocated with a polite greeting.
"Nice to meet you.” However, Alexis looked at her coldly and _ said, "Mitchel married you without informing us.” Raegan was
caught off guard by the revelation.
She had assumed Mitchel had discussed their marriage with his family, and Luciana had never mentioned otherwise.
Perplexed by why Alexis brought it up now, Raegan held her breath, patiently waiting for him to continue.
"When I was abroad, I got wind of your divorce.
Frankly, I see it as a blessing for him.” Alexis paused, then continued, his words oozing contempt, "The Dixon family is
respectable, and you don't deserve my son." His tone dripped with contempt, leaving Raegan visibly pale.
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