Chapter 23
One sentence, like a depth charge dropped into still water, froze everyone in stunned silence.
The police quickly summoned Edmond Robinson for questioning.
He rushed into the station, breathless. “That’s impossible! How could you be pregnant? I was careful-every single time!”
His stomach lurched. No-it had to be Blanche. She must’ve done something. This venomous woman had always been
scheming.
Blanche sat on the hospital bench, arms gently cradling her belly, her voice soft and eerie.
“Edmond, this is your child. If you don’t believe me, do a paternity test. I’m four months along-they can do an
amniocentesis.”
“Since Amelia has already taken your daughter, if this one is a boy, he can carry on your name. Let him be yours.”
Edmond stared at her like he was watching a nightmare unfold. His strength drained from his body, and for a second, he
felt weightless.
If she was truly carrying his child, how could he ever face Amelia again?
They rushed the test. DNA expedited. The results confirmed it-he was the father.
The report slipped from Edmond’s trembling fingers as he collapsed to the floor, defeated.
Amelia walked in and paused in front of him.
Looking up at her through watery eyes, Edmond whispered hoarsely, “I never wanted her to have my child. Not again…”
This time… you’ll never forgive me, will you?”
Amelia gave a cool, almost amused smile. “Where’s Blanche’s room? I have something to tell her.”
She had just heard the news: Blanche, despite admitting guilt, had been released on bail because of her pregnancy.
Amelia had settled her daughter at home and finalized all necessary arrangements at her company; now, she finally had
time.
Time to finish this. She pushed open the door to Blanche’s hospital room.
Blanche was sitting upright, lost in thought, but the moment she saw Amelia, her eyes flared with hatred. Still, she put on
a smug expression and gently touched her belly.
“Come to laugh at me, Amelia? Sorry to disappoint, but I’m doing just fine.”
“I’m carrying Edmond’s baby. And whether it’s legitimate or not, that child will still inherit part of the Robinson fortune. You still lost.”
Amelia, radiant in a high-end silk dress and the latest Hermès bag, sharply contrasted with Blanche’s haggard appearance: sallow skin, sunken cheeks, frail limbs, and only her distended belly bulging like a grotesque trophy.
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Amelia stepped forward with a serene smile.
“I’m not here to argue with you, Blanche. Time’s precious, so let me get to the point.”
She pulled out her phone and tapped on a video. It was footage from a private investigator.
In it, a young boy-Finn Robinson-was wreaking havoc in an orphanage. He knocked over a small child, laughing cruelly.
“You filthy beggars better stay out of my way!”
“My dad’s the CEO of Robinson Group. He’s coming back for me any day now, and when he does, I’ll have him bulldoze
this dump!”
The other children cowered. But in the next second, a hand slapped across Finn’s face-hard.
“Stop talking nonsense,” a caretaker snapped. “You don’t have a father. Just another lying brat-probably destined for
prison someday.”
The other kids burst out laughing while Finn stood frozen, mortified. He’d once been a pampered little prince-he’d never
been humiliated like this. He screamed and lashed out.
The punishment? Locked in a dark room. Starved. Beaten.
Blanche shot up in bed, trembling. “That’s child abuse! I’m suing them!”
Amelia held up a hand. “Save it.”
Another video began playing.
A grainy clip from a security cam: Finn climbing over the orphanage fence late at night. He fled down a mountain road but
missed a step and plummeted off the side. He survived-but his right leg was crushed beneath a boulder and had to be
amputated below the knee.
Now he lay in a hospital bed, pale, silent, broken.
“No!” Blanche screamed. “No-his leg?! He can’t be crippled! You’re lying! You made that up!”
She lunged forward, trying to attack-but her bulky, pregnant frame made her stumble.
Amelia stayed calm, her beauty even more dazzling in the moment.
“It’s real. That footage came from a private investigator. Your son is next door, Blanche. But he’ll never walk again.”
“My company specializes in custom smart prosthetics-high-end, lifetime warranty. But I won’t be offering him one.”
Blanche’s lips trembled. Her eyes filled with desperation and terror.
“Wh-why? Why would you do that? He never hurt you-why would you punish him?!”
Amelia stepped close, voice low and cold.
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Behind her, Blanche’s shrill, broken screams echoed down the hall-a sound that, to Amelia, was nothing short of a victory
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