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Chapter 903 Sonia’s Reassurance

After Sonia’s explanation, Toby widened his eyes before turning around abruptly. Though his eyes were still red from anger, his pupils were trembling. He was agitated and elated over what Sonia had said.

Toby thought that Sonia was lamenting on why he wouldn’t continue being Connor’s substitute, and on why he wouldn’t turn back into that gentle Toby Fuller. He felt a surge of anger rising and wanted to question her if she really liked his past self to the extent of asking him to be just a stand-in.

If his mother had raised him purely without basing it on her own preference, and Sonia chose to like the past him, at most, he would be slightly upset, but would not be angry about it. The reason being, that would still be the real him.

However, his past self was molded in the shape of Connor. How could Toby accept this should Sonia prefer his past self over the present him? It would be as if she had never loved him and had only ever loved the illusion of his character.

Fortunately, her words after that completely quelled his anger.

It turned out that Sonia loved not the illusion of his character, but his true self—who he really was on the inside. Why else would Sonia say that she was glad that Toby did not return to how he was before?

That was because Sonia knew Toby was not just a substitute for Connor. He was Toby Fuller; he was his own person. He should have had his own personality that was untainted by another person.

And so, Sonia congratulated him on turning back into who he was meant to be.

After Sonia congratulated him, Toby couldn’t hold back his elation and agitation any longer. He took swift steps toward Sonia and tightly embraced her in his arms. With how tight his embrace was, it was as if he wanted to merge with her into becoming one person.

“Sonia… Sonia… Sonia!” Toby leaned his head on her shoulder and continued crying out her name. Each cry of his was filled with heavy emotions. It was just as heavy as the tone of his voice.

Looking at the man, Sonia knew the reason for the man’s agitation.

It was because of what she said.

She clearly knew the influence her words would have on him.

a substitute that was fostered by his mother, he

but just somebody else’s stand-in. Thus, a sense of disgust was born inside

Sonia’s words were an acknowledgment of his existence. She was telling him that there was a meaning

his own person. He was

agitated by her words and rushed to

she softly said, “You should let go of me first. I can’t breathe properly with how tightly you’re hugging

At this moment, he couldn’t do so. It was

could feel Toby being reluctant to break their embrace. The gap between a usually independent,

be if he wants to

man to let go of her and had decided to allow the man to continue hugging her, she continued patting his back and comforted him. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, you’ll have me by your side. Not only me, but Grandma, Jean,

to bear her aversion for Jean and mention Jean’s name in order to comfort

at Sonia’s neck. He only muffled a sound as an indication that he was listening and would take her words into mind. And so, Sonia did not say anything more, and the two of them stayed silent as they continued to be

phone rang did

she saw the caller ID. “It’s Mrs. Lane. She’s probably calling to ask

Toby took a glance at the caller ID, his emotions

needed to think about certain things himself. After all, it was his own

which was why she had not objected when Toby wanted to leave for the study, and instead nodded in agreement. However, she believed that he would take no time at all in the study after the encouragement she gave. That was why she was relieved even though Toby was going to

ahead. I’ll call you when it’s time for lunch,” Sonia said while

nod, Toby turned around and left for the

Lane back after watching Toby enter the study. Due to Sonia watching Toby intently, the ringing had stopped

and closed the door, he stood with his back against the door and closed his eyes slightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He wore an expression that was full of fatigue—both

he was born for the purpose of his mother’s freedom, his mother still loved him, and that her love for him was pure and untainted by any other feelings. Yet, he only found out now just how

love him, but it was not just a simple mother’s love. At the very least, he would never be able to