Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 1489: 1489. A person with no empathy at all

His gaze turned sharp. "So what if Leanne Richards isn’t valued by my dad? She holds the title of Mrs. Hall, and that is enough. She’s protected by law. And you? Even if you get everything from my dad, half of that ’everything’ still belongs to Leanne."

"Those people outside, no matter how they call you Mrs. Hall and praise you to the skies, they’re only doing it to please my dad. They have something to gain from him, so they’re sucking up to you. Do you really think they wouldn’t privately laugh at you as someone who will forever be a mistress who can’t be legitimized?"

Mia Brown was completely silenced by Leo Hall’s aggressive remarks, unable to refute even a single word.

Her hands trembled as she pointed at Leo Hall’s face, which was full of sarcasm, her complexion livid.

"If my dad truly loved you, then why is it that for presidential feasts, or banquets at prestigious families like the Jones Family, he brings Leanne instead of you? Because bringing you, the mistress, would make him lose face. Do you get it?"

"No, it’s not like that..."

Mia shook her head, refusing to admit it, even though she faintly understood that her son was speaking the truth.

Yet, if she were to truly face this reality, then all these years—clinging desperately to the title of mistress for love she never received, for a piece of the Hall Clan she couldn’t touch—what would the meaning of her existence even be?

"Mom, it’s not that you don’t understand; you’re just unwilling to admit it."

straight at her heart, stabbing her until she was bleeding

Clan from Harry Hall and hand it to me—not because he loves me, or loves you—it’s simply because he knows that

mocking smile. "By giving it to

What a pity...

of chilling amusement flickered in

"Stop talking!"

erupted in hysteria, her bloodshot eyes glaring

thoughts abruptly plunged into confusion, followed

seem worried about Mia’s meltdown—perhaps he just didn’t care

was as if he was someone entirely devoid

then turned and

were borrowing was rudimentary. With autumn already

mind, nor did he bother asking his mother if

Hall’s retreating figure as