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"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

SEVEN I stood still, trying to figure out where exactly the voice was coming from. "It's you. Ratio?" "Yes, that's me," Came the proud voice. "But you don't get to call me that, Seven. It's Uncle Darren to you." I couldn't help chuckling. "Uncle, my foot! Considering all the atrocities you have committed, you don't even deserve a name, let alone to be called uncle by me." "Ha-ha-ha!" The laugh reverberated on the walls again. "I must say I am quite surprised, nephew. You are not like your father. Unlike him, you have got a very big mouth! Luka must be turning in his grave."

he asks and I nod. “Well, yeah-” “Red,” he chuckles and bites his bottom lip to stifle his laugh. “I could care less if Amber is pregnant with triplets.” My eyes narrow. “Then why…” I trail off while feeling stupid. Did I totally misread this? He tilts my chin up to face him, every gesture seeming more intimate than the next. “Because Damon gave my father a grandchild before I could. Because Damon…is once again the perfect son while I am only just getting my life together.”

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

They were praised as one of the rarest gems! “What is your name? Where did you come from? Why do you have the Eternal Depths Sapphire?” Exclaimed Israel! X did not not seemed to care for the topic as he mostly disregarded it. “I am X, Son of Kon, last descendant of the Han clan. I do not have much on me, other than that what you see. I did not know that my possessions value was worth more than life. I will say this only once. I have slayed your kin, do not tempt me any further for those left will join him.” X said bitterly.

He smiled to know that his eyes was took after him, dark-blue like the silent ocean and his wavy curly hair. " Son, I'll raise you like a normal kid. I want you to grow like one of them" he said and the tears started to stream down his face. Martha just put a little smile on her face. She's happy that Diana had a beautiful family. She's hoping that no more chaos and bloods dripping on each one's innocent body. Thamer kissed his son. " We will call you Adoneram, the holy one", he said and raised his son above his head.

I could vividly recall Benji's face, which was etched with helplessness and despair, during his dying moments. Joshua began berating me angrily. "You're a mother, yet you always return home late at night! Your son loiters on the streets as well, just like you! Why don't you look at how Rosalind raises her son and learn from her?" "Oh? Since Rosalind is such an expert at raising kids, then you should become her husband and her son's father! Oh, right! You're already playing the role of a father to her kid!" I was practically growling out the last sentence through clenched teeth.

I never had enough food, never had proper clothes, and I even had to endure being spied on by my adoptive father… "All of this was because of you! If you had protected me back then, none of this would've happened!" I couldn't deny that Henry's past was tragic. It was also the first time he had openly shown resentment toward Alan and Margot. The infirmary fell silent. Alan and Margot were stunned. They had always believed the son they brought home would be gentle yet resilient at heart. But Henry was nothing like the person they had imagined, and they couldn't accept the stark contrast.

After dinner, I was called to Richard's study. Richard was not that decisive businessman in the company, but a patient and kind father, asking me, "Audrey, you've liked Jeffrey since you were a child. Do you still like him?" I shook my head. I liked him for seven years, humble and painful. I never gave up. But this time, I went through hellish torture. I didn't dare to like Jeffrey anymore. Richard got my answer, pondered for a moment, and regretfully said, "Never mind. Maybe you can not be our daughter-in-law, but you will always be our daughter. You are good and beautiful. It is Jeffrey’s loss."