BuzzNovelChapter 1422: His tone was monotone, his face unreadable, and not a single flicker of emotion touched his words.
Yet Corrine felt the words like a blade beneath her ribs. The ache was suffocating, and without thinking, her fingers clutched his hand tighter.
Ever since Bryant had vaguely mentioned Mrs. Powell, a quiet suspicion had taken root in Corrine's mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow, with everything laid bare, that uneasy suspicion had hardened into shock-especially at the depth of Scarlette's hatred for Nate. To Corrine, a child's birth should have embodied hope. But Scarlette's heart seemed consumed by a hatred so profound it drowned out everything else when it cto Nate.
There was no mistaking it: every bitter word Scarlette hurled was fueled by a relentless desire to see her son destroyed.
What could possibly drive a mother to despise the very child she once carried as part of herself? There is no cruelty more gut-wrenching than a mother who turns cold, spitting venom at her own son while showering affection on her stepson.
Maybe Scarlette had becwho she was because she married again.
"You should be thanking me!" Scarlette hissed through the phone. "If I hadn't slipped up for just a moment back then, you wouldn't even be alive!" Her voice dripped with scorn. "Nate, whether you like it or not, I'm your mother-and your life is mine to control." She sounded as arrogant as a supernatural being passing judgment on mere mortals.
Corrine puckered her brow, a slight irritation settling over her face.
Just then, Nate's voice turned razor-sharp. “I decide what becomes of me. No one else." The rest on g☐☐☐☐☐☐ And with that, he ended the call.
The silence that followed was suffocating, a heavy void that swallowed the air in the room.
Corrine watched his profile-drawn tight, emotionless-then stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, her touch a quiet promise of solace.
As he leaned into her embrace, she felt it-barely perceptible, but there. The tremor in his frame.
In that moment, something in Corrine's chest cracked open. It felt as though her heart had been seized in a brutal grip, squeezed until nothing remained but a raw, pulsing ache.
Sometimes, fate could be strangely fair-granting someone a legacy of privilege and wealth while denying them the most essential, soul-deep warmth of a family's love.
Nate appeared composed and commanding on the outside,, butn beneath the surface, his heart carried quiet, hidden scars no one else could see.
Saying nothing, Corrine pulled him ed a soft closer and pressed a soft kiss this forehead, silently saying, "I'm here. E I'm not leaving."
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