Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Remington, come on, I'm your mom. You really think I'd do anything to hurt you?

Just think about it yourself. You and Lizetta have been careful, right? So why the big secret when she got pregnant before and suddenly needed to 'study abroad'?

And now, I've been making her those nutritious soups, and she won't touch them. I even heard she joined some dance troupe, planning to perform while she's pregnant! Clearly, she's trying to endanger the pregnancy. With all these shady moves, can you blame me for wanting to dig a little deeper?

I can't stand by and watch her deceive you. In the clinic today, she admitted it herself that the baby isn't yours."

Remington clenched his fists, his handsome face clouded with frustration, unable to listen anymore. He slowly turned to face Hanna, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he spoke. "Mom, what really bothers you? That I might be getting duped, or whether this baby could potentially match with Joseph? You think I'm an idiot, unable to see through this?"

being cuckolded, about his feelings, wouldn't she try to shield

might not be his, meaning Joseph lost another chance at a cure. Hanna was pinned under his hawk-like, sharp gaze, her expression frozen,

think of me like that. You were my firstborn;

assertive as she spoke. Remington, observing her lack of remorse or guilt, felt a chill in his heart despite long having lost any illusions about maternal affection. With a mocking glint in his eye, he let out a dry laugh and leaned closer to Hanna, his voice a low growl, "Since the day I was born, have you ever truly seen me as your child? Or am I just the monster

to see me have a single day of peace and certainly wouldn't treat

Hanna, it was thunderous, shattering years of pretense

cold and mocking, cutting through Hanna's defenses like a sword. She trembled, her grip on Remington's

that's not true! I didn't have the thought. How could you think that of

because that little witch Lizetta felt a bit wronged, Remington, you'd turn against