His Precious Love

Chapter 322

Jefferson glanced at the flower petals strewn all over the floor, his lips twitching. “Dad said you like camellias the most…”

That’s why for decades, he likes them too. But why…

“Only your father would be fond of such dirty flowers!” Sandy uttered in abhorrence. The hatred within her intensified when he saw that Jefferson appeared oblivious to certain matters. “What did your father tell you about me?”

Her frostiness and cruelness sent a throbbing pain through his heart. Balling his hands into fists, he answered in a low voice, “He said you’re the prettiest woman he has ever met. He adores you and wishes he could give you the whole world.”

“Hahaha! Trust a despicable man like him to talk of a rapacious act with such awe–inspiring righteousness.” Smiling plaintively, Sandy approached Jefferson and fixed him with a sinister gaze.

“Everything your father said was a lie! He was the one who took a fancy to me at the banquet, forcibly tied me up, and dragged me back with him. I told him I had a husband and child, but he turned a deaf ear and imprisoned me by his side.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her body shaking like a leaf. “I pleaded with your father repeatedly, telling him I’d do anything if he let me go and that I wouldn’t go to the police. However, he refused. He used my husband and child to threaten me. I was to marry him. Otherwise, he’d kill them. I thought that if I did what he wanted, he’d release me after getting tired of toying with me. Alas…”

She paused and glared at him balefully before continuing angrily, “I got pregnant! I was so careful and never expected to get pregnant with you! Do you know how badly I wanted to get rid of you? I wished I could drain my body clean of blood. The thought of carrying the child of a man like that filled me with disgust. I would’ve rather died.”

I was utterly overwhelmed with feelings of hostility. I wanted nothing more than to die together with the baby. However, that man had already found out about my plan. He was delighted after learning that I was with child and assigned ten servants to watch over me. There was no way I could’ve committed suicide!

Every word she said pierced Jefferson’s heart like a dagger, riddling it with wounds, and his tall figure began to sway.

He stumbled two steps backward, the joy he had felt in anticipation of seeing his mother vanishing without a trace. In fact, he wished he hadn’t come here to meet her.

Swallowing hard, he said, “Those letters you gave me…”

The letters had been the motivation that pushed him to embrace life with passion.

Sandy sneered. She was cruel and merciless as she said, “I had the urge to kill you before giving birth to you, and when I saw your eyes after you were born, I wanted to strangle you even more. So, how could I have written letters to you? You’ve lived in a dream weaved by your father ever since you were little. I’m telling you, I have a husband and a child. I love them. Although you came from my womb, you’re still nothing but a b*stard!”

though something had collapsed inside it with

of the other children. However, all that was merely a result of a dream my father created and my self–righteous imagination. I’m way

he broke into a smile while wearing a sad and lonely expression. “So, it turns out it was all a dream…

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and son? If not for him, I wouldn’t have gotten into

All I wanted was to protect my husband and son and live together happily. After a man took me for his own by force and I was rescued from a fire that mangled my face, I fell into the clutches of another evil man. He had someone perform plastic surgery on me, then molded me, who

more she looked at Jefferson, the more she loathed

caught sight of the silver knife on the table. The cold blade glinted slightly under the sunlight shining through the

it at his heart. He neither moved nor tried to snatch it from

small steak knife did not look sharp, but the

into his flesh, and he let out a low grunt from the pain.

cold and ruthless, she

and scattered off in different directions. The waiters stood rooted to

stabbing into him. He could only see

her movements stopped. Perhaps she had vented all the bitterness in her

pale and bloodied Jefferson. Enunciating every word slowly, she said, “You’re a b*stard who isn’t worthy of parental love. I won’t admit

she turned

would make her feel sick if she so much

and didn’t write those letters…” he murmured as he rested his hands on the table to support himself. He started becoming unsteady on his feet,

come crashing

he continued muttering, his voice slowly growing softer. “She has a

the window shone on him, his entire body felt cold. It

to freeze over, unable to beat

coughed violently. Suddenly, a metallic taste filled his

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brain seemed to bum and throb,

table, he tiled backward and fell over, crashing onto the grey–tiled floor However, he