CHAPTER THIRTY-NINECORVIN'S POV“Corvin, are you sure about this?”Serena asked in a fragile voice as she rested against the bed, one hand unconsciously placed over her stomach. She hadn't given birth yet, and the exhaustion on her face was impossible to hide. Even so, her eyes remained fixed on me, searching for an answer that would reassure her.I used one hand to support my chest as I walked toward her. Being kicked by my uncle had literally drained every ounce of strength from my body. To everyone else, it might have looked like just a simple kick, but only I knew the pain it left behind. Even now, I was surviving on medication, forcing myself to stand and act normal while every step reminded me of my weakness.I hated admitting it.I was jealous of my uncle.He was rich, powerful, and influential. His name alone commanded respect, and everyone feared him. Meanwhile, I was constantly referred to as weak, insignificant, and incapable. No matter how hard I worked, someone would alw
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