Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1870

Kiran's mom was rocking a sky-blue dress with a light shawl draped over her shoulders. She looked just as stunning and graceful as she always did in photos. In her arms was a tiny baby girl, no older than a year.

"Mom?" Kiran was taken aback.

"Kiran, where's the bottle?" his mom asked, rummaging through the living room.

Just then, the housekeeper appeared from the kitchen with the bottle in hand. "Madam, here it is."

"Oh, it was here all along. Gave me quite a scare," his mom said, cradling the baby, Sandy, and calming her down with the bottle.

"Mom..." Kiran could hardly believe his eyes. The woman before him was indeed his mother... his actual mom.

on Kiran's face. "Are your studies wearing you out? I've told your dad so many times not to put so much pressure on you,

looked uneasy. "Madam, I'm not sure that's a good

Angelo found out, there'd

have him suffer," his mom said firmly, scooping

were important. But his mom had already handed Sandy over to the housekeeper. "I'm

in big trouble! Everyone exchanged helpless glances, not knowing what

his mom was always like this, but ever since Sandy was born, she hadn't

started to question his own memories. Why was his mom still here? Wasn't she supposed to

illusions he had taken for reality began to crumble. As

bent down to look at him, worry in her eyes. “That Caelum is getting too much. Even if he wants to groom you as his successor, he should

and that's amazing." Kiran suddenly