The CEO's Unplanned Heir novel Chapter 402

A chunk of glacial ice seemed to drift past, pressing heavily against Leopold's heart, causing an icy chill to pierce his very being.

Even from three yards away, he could sense the resentment from Aurelia as if it were powerful enough to destroy both him and their marriage.

If it weren't for their son, Kane, she would have probably left him and flown off to Goldstone with Arnold, wouldn't she?

Aurelia walked into her son's room. "From now on, Mommy will move into your room and sleep with you. Is that okay?"

"Sure." Kane nodded, reaching out his little hand to grip hers. "Mommy, are you angry with Daddy?"

Aurelia didn't respond, gently brushing her hand over his head. "Sweetie, you're still young. Things between grown-ups are complicated. You'll understand when you're older."

Despite his intelligence, he was still only three, far too young to understand the deception and manipulation that adults were capable of.

Kane snuggled into her arms. "Mommy, you won't leave me, right?"

He had looked forward to her return and didn't want to lose her again.

Aurelia held him tight, and her heart felt as if it was being strangled. Her pain was unbearable.

"Mommy will always be here for you, looking after you and protecting you. I'll never leave you."

Anyone who dared to harm her child would have to face her wrath.

After Kane fell asleep, Aurelia poured herself a glass of milk and stepped out onto the balcony.

It started to rain.

The soft patter of raindrops hitting the railings was disturbing, a chaotic reminder of her messy mind.

Leopold wandered onto the balcony, his low voice cutting through the dark night. "I'll take care of Kane. You don't need to worry about him."

She had a bloodline she couldn't cut off. If she left, her child would be in danger. She couldn't stand by and watch her child get hurt.

From the moment she became part of the Stirling family, she was destined to share Jessica’s fate.

Leopold's heart was in turmoil, struggling. To keep her safe, he had no choice but to be colder and harsher.

"I've never loved you. To me, you were nothing more than a trophy."

His words stabbed like a sharp knife, leaving a gaping wound in her heart.

Even though she had known it all along, there had always been a small glimmer of hope that he might feel something for her.

But when she heard him say it so unambiguously, the small glimmer of hope crushed into dust. Her heart was a burned wasteland devoid of life, filled only with despair and desolation.