The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 142

Rowena had no idea of how harsh her words were. "This way, you wouldn't have to take care of her, and maybe you would have found a girlfriend and gotten married by now. I could even have a grandson sooner!" "Humph!" Zane let out a cold laugh, and the disappointment in his eyes gradually faded. It was replaced by an icy chill-like snow in the winter.

He articulated each word carefully, "Since you still haven't seen your mistakes, then don't come to my house anymore, and don't seek me out in any situation."

Rowena looked at him in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Zane replied calmly, "To me, Willow is my own daughter. If you indiscriminately place all the blame on her and scold her, it's like you're saying the mistake was mine and blaming me. Wanting her to die means you want me dead as well." Zane's face showed no emotion, yet his words were heavy. "You've treated me so maliciously, I naturally have to fight back. Otherwise, if word gets out, people will definitely think I'm easy to bully. Then, won't everyone want to step on me?" Rowena stared at Zane in disbelief. "You..."

Zane turned around, facing away from Rowena. "You can go. I don't want to see you right now."

Rowena hadn't expected that her son would come to this point because of a little girl. She didn't plan to indulge Zane. "You said that yourself. Fine! I'll leave! Don't regret it!"

After throwing down her harsh words, Rowena stormed out.

Zane stood alone in the bright living room, his tall figure appearing particularly lonely under the light.

...

bedroom and noticed that Zane was

almost developed a routine. We would find a place to chat around this time every day. What was going on today? Was he busy with work? As I wondered, I spotted Zane in the

was not good. I asked

answer my question, and he looked particularly exhausted. "Can

feeling really down but didn't want

him and gently patted his back, not knowing

face in my shoulder and didn't say a

long it had been when he finally returned the hug. He held me tightly as if trying to embed me

It looked like this

stroked his hair. "It's

"Mm."

time, looking a bit apologetic. "Did

fine." I didn't mind. "Everyone encounters some bad things in life. But they will all