Benedict lost his mind and thrashed me at this moment. He made me so painfully unconscious that I instinctively defended myself.
I said softly, “Eugene is not a wild seed, Benedict.”
He replied firmly, “Bullshit!”
He lost control of his grip on my neck. “The DNA report is out, Rebecca. How dare you still argue like this?”
Only when my face turned purple, Adelaide pulled Benedict away. She protected me behind her. But she took the opportunity to attach herself to my ear.
She whispered, “You can't die, Rebecca, otherwise no one will appreciate the good show.”
Benedict finished cleaning the dirty blood from his hands. He threw the used wet towel on my face.
“Take your wild seed and get out of the Mortimer Family! If you dare to appear in front of me again, Rebecca, I'll beat you up once I see you!”
He coldly dropped these words. Benedict then turned around to leave with Adelaide in his arms.
On the other hand, I endured severe pain all over my body. It took me half a day to clean up a small amount of ashes. I packed up everything that belonged to me and my son.