"It was for the best, darling," Emily said, reaching out to pat his arm. "Now you can start fresh. With Lia. A pure bloodline.""The bastard child is gone with just a stab of oak stack." Damien recoiled from her touch as if she were a viper. A choked, hysterical laugh broke from his throat, echoing off the damp walls of the corridor. "A bastard? Mother, the child you are so proud of getting rid of, was actually mine. My true heir. If anyone who should be called a bastard here, It's that child in Lia's arms."He turned back to me, his eyes searching my hollow, haunted face for a sign of the life he had extinguished through his own negligence."The child was mine," he whispered, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. He fell to his knees, the polished floorboards thudding under his weight. "He was mine. My son. My blood.""Damien, don't be dramatic," Amelia snapped, her voice flickering with a hint of nerves. "Serene is a liar. She probably told you that just to—""SHUT UP!"
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