"Remington, con, I'm your mom. You really think I'd do anything to hurt you?
Just think about it yourself. You and Lizetta have been careful, right? So why the big secret when she got
pregnant before and suddenly needed to 'study abroad'?
And now, I've been making her those nutritious soups, and she won't touch them. | even heard she joined some
dance troupe, planning to perform while she's pregnant! Clearly, she's trying to endanger the pregnancy. With all
these shady moves, can you blme for wanting to dig a little deeper?
I can't stand by and watch her deceive you. In the clinic today, she admitted it herself that the baby isn't yours."
Remington clenched his fists, his handsface clouded with frustration, unable to listen anymore. He slowly
turned to face Hanna, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he spoke. "Mom, what really bothers you? That |
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to see through this?"
If Hanna was really concerned about him being cuckolded, about his feelings, wouldn't she try to shield him from
this, minimize the hurt?
But no, that was not Hanna. She was only fixated on whether this child could be a match for Joseph, furious at
the thought the baby might not be his, meaning Joseph lost another chance at a cure. Hanna was pinned under
his hawk-like, sharp gaze, her expression frozen, guilt written all over her face.
She licked her lips nervously, attempting to mask her anxiety, "Remington, you can't think oflike that. You
were my firstborn; how could I not care about you?
Even if it's for Joseph, he's your brother, your flesh and blood. As the eldest, don't you want him to find a match,
to get better? Why get so angry over your child potentially being a match for Joseph?" Hanna's voice grew louder
and more assertive as she spoke. Remington, observing her lack of remorse or guilt, felt a chill in his heart
despite long having lost any illusions about maternal affection. With a mocking glint in his eye, he let out a dry
laugh and leaned closer to Hanna, his voice a low growl, "Since the day | was born, have you ever truly seen me
as your child? Or am | just the monster who "took" your three children from you?
You can't stand to seehave a single day of peace and certainly wouldn't treat my wife and child kindly, right,
Mom?"
Remington's voice was calm, but to Hanna, it was thunderous, shattering years of pretense in their relationship.
His gaze was cold and mocking, cutting through Hanna's defenses like a sword. She trembled, her grip on
Remington's arm weakening as she stepped back, clutching her chest, eventually collapsing to the ground.
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"No, that's not true! | didn't have the thought. How could you think that of your mom?" Hanna mumbled, shaking
her head in denial.
Her voice suddenly becshrill, "No! It's your fault! Just because that little witch Lizetta felt a bit wronged,
Remington, you'd turn against your own mother like this?! You rebel! People say you're cold-hearted and
ruthless, and they're right!"
But Remington had already turned away, his strides taking him out of the villa. The insults from behind faintly
reached him, but he kept walking, leaving Riverbend Abbey behind.
Outside, the sky was overcast, not a star in sight.
Alone, Remington's figure seemed particularly isolated. He thought, if there was such a thing as a cursed bond
between a mother and her child, then he and Hanna were perhaps destined to be that tragic mismatch.