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Chapter 903 Sonia’s Reassurance

After Sonia’s explanation, Toby widened his eyes before turning around abruptly. Though his eyes were still red from anger, his pupils were trembling. He was agitated and elated over what Sonia had said.

Toby thought that Sonia was lamenting on why he wouldn’t continue being Connor’s substitute, and on why he wouldn’t turn back into that gentle Toby Fuller. He felt a surge of anger rising and wanted to question her if she really liked his past self to the extent of asking him to be just a stand-in.

If his mother had raised him purely without basing it on her own preference, and Sonia chose to like the past him, at most, he would be slightly upset, but would not be angry about it. The reason being, that would still be the real him.

However, his past self was molded in the shape of Connor. How could Toby accept this should Sonia prefer his past self over the present him? It would be as if she had never loved him and had only ever loved the illusion of his character.

Fortunately, her words after that completely quelled his anger.

It turned out that Sonia loved not the illusion of his character, but his true self—who he really was on the inside. Why else would Sonia say that she was glad that Toby did not return to how he was before?

That was because Sonia knew Toby was not just a substitute for Connor. He was Toby Fuller; he was his own person. He should have had his own personality that was untainted by another person.

And so, Sonia congratulated him on turning back into who he was meant to be.

After Sonia congratulated him, Toby couldn’t hold back his elation and agitation any longer. He took swift steps toward Sonia and tightly embraced her in his arms. With how tight his embrace was, it was as if he wanted to merge with her into becoming one person.

“Sonia… Sonia… Sonia!” Toby leaned his head on her shoulder and continued crying out her name. Each cry of his was filled with heavy emotions. It was just as heavy as the tone of his voice.

Looking at the man, Sonia knew the reason for the man’s agitation.

It was because of what she said.

She clearly knew the influence her words would have on him.

he was just a substitute that was fostered by his mother, he would subconsciously question his own existence, questioning whether he should’ve been born into this

person. To not be able to be his true self but just

an acknowledgment of his existence. She was telling him that there was a meaning

person. He was Toby

by her words and rushed to

she softly said, “You should let go of me first. I can’t breathe properly with how tightly

embrace, but did not release her from his embrace as he continued to hold her in his arms. At this moment, he couldn’t do so. It was only by holding her in his arms could he believe that

amused and helpless as she could feel Toby being reluctant to break their embrace. The gap between a usually independent, distant man and a man who was clinging onto her like a child

be if he wants to continue hugging

him. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, you’ll

Jean, she had to bear her aversion for Jean and mention Jean’s name in order to comfort the

his head right at Sonia’s neck. He only muffled a sound as an indication that he was listening and would take her words into mind. And so, Sonia did not say

only when Sonia’s phone rang

She’s probably calling to ask

glance at the caller ID, his emotions became much

had said much and somewhat comforted him, he still needed to think about certain things himself.

and instead nodded in agreement. However, she believed that he would take no time at all in the study after the encouragement she gave. That

when it’s time for lunch,” Sonia said while looking

Toby turned around and left for the

intently, the ringing had stopped as she did not answer the call even after some time had passed. Now,

the door and closed his eyes slightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He wore an expression that was full of fatigue—both physically and

born for the purpose of his mother’s freedom, his mother still loved him, and that her love for him

a simple mother’s love. At the very least, he would never