He tilted his head, eyes brimming with disdain.
"If you want to enjoy everything that rightfully belonged to my mother, then you must pay the price."
With that, he turned on his heel, not even sparing me another glance. Before leaving, he dismissed the housemaid, ensuring no one would help me up.
I lay sprawled on the floor in disgrace, my body trembling as the water around me darkened to a deep, sinister red. I could only stare, unable to utter a single word.
Back when they took my egg cells, I had bled just as much.
That egg had been fertilized with the sperm of the president of the Davis Group, turned into an IVF embryo, and implanted into Evie Cavendish, who had been born without eggs of her own.
And then, that child, who carried half my blood, was born. A boy.
His name was Stephen Davis. Stephen of the Davis family. Stephen, the son of Mrs. Davis.
Stephen, who despised me with every fiber of his being.
After cleaning myself up, I stepped out of the bathroom, only to find Carlos Davis seated on the sofa, his presence commanding as ever.
If Stephen’s features bore traces of mine, then the cold arrogance radiating from this man before me was unmistakably inherited by him.