Dear Sweetheart novel

Chapter 322

Jefferson glanced at the flower petals strewn all over the floor, his lips twitching. “Dad said you like camellias the most…”

That’s why for decades, he likes them too. But why…

“Only your father would be fond of such dirty flowers!” Sandy uttered in abhorrence. The hatred within her intensified when he saw that Jefferson appeared oblivious to certain matters. “What did your father tell you about me?”

Her frostiness and cruelness sent a throbbing pain through his heart. Balling his hands into fists, he answered in a low voice, “He said you’re the prettiest woman he has ever met. He adores you and wishes he could give you the whole world.”

“Hahaha! Trust a despicable man like him to talk of a rapacious act with such awe–inspiring righteousness.” Smiling plaintively, Sandy approached Jefferson and fixed him with a sinister gaze.

“Everything your father said was a lie! He was the one who took a fancy to me at the banquet, forcibly tied me up, and dragged me back with him. I told him I had a husband and child, but he turned a deaf ear and imprisoned me by his side.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her body shaking like a leaf. “I pleaded with your father repeatedly, telling him I’d do anything if he let me go and that I wouldn’t go to the police. However, he refused. He used my husband and child to threaten me. I was to marry him. Otherwise, he’d kill them. I thought that if I did what he wanted, he’d release me after getting tired of toying with me. Alas…”

She paused and glared at him balefully before continuing angrily, “I got pregnant! I was so careful and never expected to get pregnant with you! Do you know how badly I wanted to get rid of you? I wished I could drain my body clean of blood. The thought of carrying the child of a man like that filled me with disgust. I would’ve rather died.”

I was utterly overwhelmed with feelings of hostility. I wanted nothing more than to die together with the baby. However, that man had already found out about my plan. He was delighted after learning that I was with child and assigned ten servants to watch over me. There was no way I could’ve committed suicide!

Every word she said pierced Jefferson’s heart like a dagger, riddling it with wounds, and his tall figure began to sway.

He stumbled two steps backward, the joy he had felt in anticipation of seeing his mother vanishing without a trace. In fact, he wished he hadn’t come here to meet her.

Swallowing hard, he said, “Those letters you gave me…”

The letters had been the motivation that pushed him to embrace life with passion.

your eyes after you were born, I wanted to strangle you even more. So, how could I have written letters to you? You’ve lived in a dream weaved by your father ever since you were little. I’m telling you, I have a husband and a child. I love them. Although

sank as though something had collapsed

family and had everything I wanted. I thought I was better than ninety percent of the other children. However,

while wearing a sad and lonely expression.

Chapter 322

could I have been torn from my husband and son? If not for him, I

me for his own by force and I was rescued from a fire that mangled my face, I fell into the clutches of another evil man. He had someone perform plastic surgery on me, then molded me, who had suffered memory loss, into someone else. I wound up marrying him, living with him, and even giving him children! Had I not learned from the doctor that a blood clot in my brain caused nerve compression and the loss of my previous memories, I might’ve forgotten about my little family and lived the rest of my

trembled with anger as she thought of that. The more she looked at Jefferson,

caught sight of the silver knife on the table. The cold blade glinted slightly under the sunlight shining through the

without hesitation and stabbed it at

sharp, but the tip of the blade

Jefferson’s white shirt and into his flesh, and he let out a low grunt from the pain. A few droplets of

tremble at all. Looking cold and ruthless, she pulled the knife out

customers in the restaurant noticed what was happening, they cried out in alarm and scattered off in different directions. The waiters stood rooted to their spots

of the knife stabbing into him. He could only see Sandy, her face covered in blood, glaring at him with utter

movements stopped. Perhaps she had vented all the bitterness in her

flung the knife onto the floor and stared at the pale and bloodied Jefferson. Enunciating every word slowly, she said, “You’re a b*stard who isn’t worthy of parental love. I won’t admit I gave birth to you. In fact, I wish you’d

she

he were a pile of stinking garbage that would make her feel sick if she so much

his hands on the table to

come

illegitimate child…” he continued muttering, his voice slowly growing softer. “She has a husband

the sun outside the window shone on him, his entire body felt cold.

to freeze over,

a metallic taste