You 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.

etched across his face, Bryce slammed his fist into the wall. Blood immediately seeped through his fingers. Bryce leaned

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

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.

the infusion tube and sprinted to the ICU. In the ICU, she questioned the doctor and learned that Mitchel had been moved to

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.”

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