The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1422:

His tone was monotone, his face unreadable, and not a single flicker of emotion touched his words.

Yet Corrine felt the words like a blade beneath her ribs. The ache was suffocating, and without thinking, her fingers clutched his hand tighter.

Ever since Bryant had vaguely mentioned Mrs. Powell, a quiet suspicion had taken root in Corrine’s mind.

Now, with everything laid bare, that uneasy suspicion had hardened into shock—especially at the depth of Scarlette’s hatred for Nate. To Corrine, a child’s birth should have embodied hope. But Scarlette’s heart seemed consumed by a hatred so profound it drowned out everything else when it came to Nate.

There was no mistaking it: every bitter word Scarlette hurled was fueled by a relentless desire to see her son destroyed.

What could possibly drive a mother to despise the very child she once carried as part of herself?

no cruelty more gut-wrenching than a mother who turns cold, spitting venom at

become who she was because

me!” Scarlette hissed through the phone. “If I hadn’t slipped up for just a moment back then, you wouldn’t even be alive!” Her voice dripped with scorn. “Nate, whether you like it or

as arrogant as a supernatural being passing judgment on

her brow, a slight irritation settling over her

turned razor-sharp. “I decide

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with that, he ended

suffocating, a heavy

his profile—drawn tight, emotionless—then stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, her touch

felt it—barely perceptible, but

that moment, something in Corrine’s chest cracked open. It felt as though her heart had been seized in a brutal grip, squeezed until