She exclaimed at me, “Rebecca, is it still okay for me to forgive Eugene? If you don't want him to apologize, you don't have to curse your own son, right?”
Benedict was enraged. He suddenly slapped away the urn in my arms with force.
“Rebecca, can you recognize your own position? Don't think that just because you gave me a son, you'll succeed in your position!”
I scrambled to hold the urn out. I held it tightly in my arms.
“Benedict Mortimer! You've already helped her steal everything from me, right? So, why do you still want to kill my son?”
He then realized that he had missed his words and called out my real name. His face reddened as he tried to explain.
I exposed him coldly. “Benedict, Adelaide is the mistress you spit on. Her mother is also a mistress!”
He realized that he couldn't hide it anymore. Benedict then smashed the urn with a sullen face.