Chapter 10%
I felt a little disoriented.N
Ever since my father was imprisoned, I never imagined anyone would stand up for me or bring me justice. So, even though my mother was being unreasonable, I still chose to compromise. After all, she was the only family I had left.M My mother’s delicate face twisted in disbelief as she skimmed through the contract. She was couldn’t find it.N
desperately looking for something, but
Quillon leaned forward and pointed to the last page of the contract. A large supplementary clause was written there, hidden among the smaller details.N
The terms at the beginning were so tempting that my mother had completely overlooked the smaller clauses that followed.”
This was a tactic my mother frequently used, deceiving many of the Aldridge Family members, which ultimately led to no one extending a hand to help after my father was imprisoned.N
Over the years, she had managed the Aldridge Family, claiming it was for the family’s benefit while secretly securing advantages for her own side. She even sacrificed me to support her relatives.
“Of course, the Thorne Family does things with discretion. In the future, all your expenses abroad will be handled through a dedicated account, Quillon said calmly.N
“Why? She’s my daughter! Why should I sever ties with her?” My mother’s voice trembled with anger.”
Quillon remained unfazed, his tone calm and indifferent. “What are you still pretending for? You are not her biological mother, are you?“} I turned to look at Quillon, my mind reeling as my Gaze shifted between him and my mother. I blinked in disbelief, staring at Quillon. “What are you talking about?” I asked, struggling to comprehend.
I could hardly believe that the mother who raised me was not my biological mother.”
Quillon gently held my hand, offering me a comforting gesture. “Your real mother died giving birth to you. The woman you’ve known as your mother was merely your wet nurse at that time.“N
He continued, “Your father is a good man. He thought marrying her would allow him to care for you completely. But the truth is, she’s been secretly involved in illicit activities, embezzling funds. That’s why she pushed you toward the Prescott Family over the years. Not a single cent of the money you brought home went toward saving your father.“}]
A dizzying sensation swept through my mind and I found it hard to keep my balance. The overwhelming amount of information felt like it was drowning me.§
I had known for a long time that my mother didn’t love me, but to hear that she wasn’t even my biological mother was something I couldn’t accept.
i didn’t remember how I left the house, only that once I stepped outside, I saw my father standing there, waiting for me.”
He was dressed in black, his face weathered by time.§
“Dad!”
I broke down in tears, collapsing into his arms. The familiar warmth I had longed for so desperately made my sobs even harder to contain.
A decade of cold indifference and endless suffering came rushing back, overwhelming me completely.
“It’s all my fault… I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through,” my father choked out, his voice trembling with emotion.
He held me close, his hands softly patting my back, as if trying to soothe the pain I had carried alone for so many years.
My father and I were taken to a nearby villa.
That day, we talked endlessly. It was only then that I learned how that woman had deceived both of us, spinning lies that caused us to stumble repeatedly.
When my father finally fell asleep, I found a moment to seek out Quillon and get some answers.
As I descended the stairs, he was there waiting for me.”
“Go ahead, judge me,” he said with a playful smile, arms outstretched as he looked up at me.
In that instant, all the questions I had carefully prepared vanished from my mind.”
I asked just one question, “Do you have a crush on me?”
Quillon, clearly unprepared for such a blunt question, appeared stunned. For a moment, he seemed awkward, his body stiffening slightly.
I leaned in closer, deliberately teasing him, “Come on, tell me. When did you start secretly liking me?”
The space between us disappeared and as our eyes locked, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in his deep gaze. My thoughts scattered, leaving me momentarily dazed!
Before I could gather my thoughts, his strong arm wrapped around me, pulling me effortlessly onto his lap.
“A long, long time ago,” he admitted, his voice low and warm, laced with a trace of nostalgia. “Back when you wore pigtails and used to call me ‘little one.“%
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