Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 115

"Mommy will have plenty of money if you eat this gold ingot, and we won't have to worry anymore," Jennifer said earnestly, holding the gold ingot with both hands.

Before Christopher could respond, the door unexpectedly swung open, and Sylvia rushed in, panting.

"Christopher." The moment she entered, she embraced him tightly, as if afraid he might vanish.

"Mommy." Christopher looked a bit perplexed.

"Christopher, tell Mommy, have you encountered a man named Arthur recently?" She clung to her son, her body trembling with emotion.

His complexion instantly paled.

Oh no, Mommy must have discovered his connection with Hendrick!

What should he do?

"Tell me, do you know him?" She anxiously scanned her son's small face when no response came.

Christopher parted his lips...

Sylvia appeared to grasp something. Her entire expression darkened, her entire being went cold, and the hand holding Christopher began to tremble.

...

Bridgewater mansion.

Hendrick lounged on the sofa, engrossed in a comic book, his concentration evident.

Mommy had advised him not to spend too much time on his phone to protect his eyes. After a brief session with his mobile, he shifted to reading comic books.

Sheryl approached.

"Hendrick," she called.

"Hmm." Hendrick didn't bother lifting his head, responding with a nonchalant 'hmm.'

Sheryl stood before him, studying Hendrick's little face—an uncanny resemblance to Arthur, with delicate eyebrows and incredibly beautiful eyes.

The chill in her gaze intensified, fingers tightly clenched. She pivoted and headed towards the water dispenser.

After a moment, she took Hendrick's water glass, and her fingers relaxed.

On the palm of her hand lay a packet of white powder.

Hendrick, it's not my fault; I blame you for getting in the way!

You dare to oppose my marriage to your father, so I'll just have to deal with you!

The heartbreak was so intense that she felt as if she couldn't catch her breath.

Unbelievably, the child born on that night six years ago hadn't perished but had been stolen due to someone's malicious scheme.

Although she lacked the precise details, Sylvia was convinced that Hendrick must be her child; otherwise, he wouldn't have grown up. It had to be identical to Christopher's situation, and even a child could comprehend the truth, so how could she remain oblivious?

Initially filled with joy at the revelation of having another son, the subsequent ache in her heart plunged her into misery.

The realization that her son had grown up beside that malicious woman left her wondering how the young boy had endured.

Heartbroken tears streamed down her face once again.

Throughout the afternoon, her tears flowed unabated.

What added to her sorrow was the fact that Hendrick had been by her side for many days, yet her preoccupation with work had prevented her from noticing.

Recalling the day she scolded him for playing with his phone only intensified her regret.

Reflecting on this, she yearned to rush to Hendrick, embrace and kiss him, assuring him that everything would be alright.

Moreover, a deep sense of unease gripped her. According to Christopher, Sheryl was already harboring suspicions about Hendrick.

There was a genuine fear that harm might befall him.