Chapter 275
Catherine’s face instantly lost a shade of color as her son’s piercing gaze fixed directly on her
This was no longer the man who had once turned a blind eye to Sophia.
Something was silently changing.
In the past, Henry had been utterly indifferent to Sophia’s feelings. Whenever Catherine humiliated her, he’d pretended not to notice, acting deaf and blind to her suffering.
Throughout their marriage, he had remained coldly detached–until now.
Ever since discovering Isabella’s true nature, his attitude toward his former girlfriend had progressively deteriorated. What had once been affection had transformed into active disgust.
That day when Sophia had stayed to care for him in the hospital, despite being doubled over in excruciating pain, he’d heard every word his mother had said to her. Even through waves of agony that left his body convulsing, he’d registered Catherine’s cruel remarks.
In that moment, a disturbing thought had crossed his mind: perhaps he wasn’t Catherine’s biological
son after all. Otherwise, how could she possibly ignore his suffering and instead focus on tormenting
Sophia?
What kind of mother would prioritize bullying her daughter–in–law over comforting her own son
writhing in pain?
Perhaps Sophia’s comment had been an innocent slip–a heated remark made in anger without any
factual basis. But in Henry’s ears, it had planted a seed of doubt that refused to die.
Just before Catherine and Isabella had barged into his hospital room, he’d been about to ask his father this very question. Their arrival had forced him to swallow the words that had been on the tip
of his tongue.
Now, with his mother still trying to poison him against Sophia, Henry found his patience had finally
run out. Catherine noticed her son’s/all–seeing eyes studying her, and felt a wave of unease wash
over her.
She couldn’t help but wonder: had Henry discovered her secret?
The possibility made her heart race with panic.
But this wasn’t the time for such thoughts. She couldn’t say or do anything suspicious–she needed to maintain her façade as the perfect mother.
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Chapter 275
Henry, you’re overthinking things, Catherine sald with forced sweetness. That day when you passed out from pain, Sophia just walked away without a second thought. It had nothing to do with me or Isabella. Don’t make us out to be villains.
She moved closer to his bed, her voice softening to a conspiratorial whisper. “Besides, while
Isabella’s photos might not prove much, it’s still a fact that a young man was carrying Sophia in his arms. That’s reality.”
Seeing no reaction from Henry, she pressed on. “Sophia has been fighting for this divorce for nearly
six months now. Perhaps she’s already set her sights on that man, you considered that
possibility?”
Catherine’s eyes gleamed with false concern. “My son, you mustn’t wrongly accuse your mother!”
Catherine had finally realized the truth: Henry no longer wanted a divorce from Sophia. If anyone
was determined to end their marriage, it was
This realization sent a wave of panic through her.
As Henry attempted to get out of bed again, all three of them pushed him back down. He was no match for their combined strength. In his struggle, the wound on his right arm tore open again, blood soaking through the bandage in an alarming crimson stain.
Richard, maintaining his composure, immediately called for a doctor. Then he turned to Catherine, his expression darkening with displeasure.
“Henry is already in this condition,” he said coldly. “Why are you trying to agitate him further?”
His voice dropped with disappointment. “As his mother, can’t you show more love for your own
child?”
As a father, Richard had always been relatively hands–off with Henry, allowing him to grow up with minimal interference. He knew exactly what kind of man his son was. Henry could be arrogant, cold, stubborn, and occasionally reckless. But these weren’t fatal flaws or moral deficiencies, so most of the time, Richard simply let him be.
But now, watching Henry’s emotional outburst and seeing Catherine not only fail to comfort him but actively proyoke him by speaking ill of Sophia–it was incomprehensible.
Catherine opened her mouth to respond but, seeing Richard’s thunderous expression, thought better of it. Her lips moved silently, ultimately choosing silence.
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