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?

mother who turns cold, spitting

who she was because

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 not, I’m your mother—and your

a supernatural being passing judgment on mere

puckered her brow, a slight irritation settling

voice turned razor-sharp. “I decide

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that, he

was suffocating, a heavy void that

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

it—barely perceptible, but there. The tremor

cracked open. It felt as though her heart had