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Chương 15: Chapter 15

When Avery returned to the house, all she could hear was an endless series of "I love you Angel'' coming from the plush toy that her son was constantly pressing. He was exceptionally happy in one moment and in the next, he ran over to her and looked at her with adorable eyes, holding the chibi toy up to her. Knowing her son, she knew what he was implying. He was missing his papa—already!—and was asking if he could see him again.

"Well done, Damon D'aboville." She muttered under her breath. The bloke had managed to get her son attached to him within one short visit.

She received a call from the estate's gate before she could give her son an answer.

"Is anything the matter?" She asked. She didn't often have messages from the gate.

"There's a Mrs. Vaillant here to see you. She insists that she is your mother and that you will definitely want to see her." Reported a man's voice, who must be the guard.

She rubbed her temples. Great. Just when she thought she could finally have dinner and enjoy the rest of her evening peacefully. There was only one way to deal with Amelia. "Let her in." She instructed.

Of course, allowing for her mother to be let in didn't mean she was going to let the woman into her house. She kissed her son's forehead and ruffled his hair. "Mommy will be back soon."

She then went out to meet Amelia who had just rushed in after being allowed entrance. She looked frustrated, probably because she never had to deal with such humiliation. Smiling at her predicament, Avery crossed her arms. "What do you want, Mrs. Vaillant?"

Amelia huffed and got down from her car. "I'm your mother. How can you be so distant?"

Avery's lips twitched at the corners. "Mother? I don't remember having one."

As though she had forgotten something, she exaggeratedly exclaimed. "Oh, forgive my memory lapse. I tend to forget the unimportant things. But I seem to have ended our relationship long ago."

Amelia frowned. Did her daughter just include her among the things that she did not consider important? As she inwardly complained, she probably forgot that years ago, their roles had been reversed. She had not disowned Avery but it wasn't any different. She had made her daughter feel neglected all her life, yet she had the guts to correct her. "Just a few days ago."

"Yes." Avery looked like she had just remembered. "That means you have no business claiming to be my mother."

Amelia was irritated. Were they seriously going to dive into that? She frowned in anger. "You can erase names and change your surname but do you know what you can't delete? DNA."

Instead of making her feel guilty, her words seemed to give Avery an idea. "If I drain all my blood away and get new blood, are you certain that we will still be related? I will change my bone marrow as well. The next time Chris drops by, I will ask him if that can permanently alter my DNA or if there is a different way to do it. Thank you for the idea, Mrs. Vaillant. Unfortunately, I do not have anything to give you to repay your kindness."

It would have been better if she didn't add the last part. Amelia had never felt more humiliated than she felt right now.

"Do you hate me so much?" She couldn't help asking.

"What do you want?" Avery asked for the last time. From her tone, she would kick Amelia out if the latter did not state what she wanted.

"I only brought toys for my grandson. I would have loved to see him but you probably wouldn't allow me to." She sighed, trying to sound pitiful so Avery would let her in. Unfortunately, her daughter was no longer the weak little thing who would pity a venomous snake if she saw it crying.

She smiled gently. "It's great that you understand that. It saves me a lot of time that I would have used to explain the obvious."

Amelia took a deep breath to keep herself sane and brought out a bag of toys from her car. "Here."

Avery didn't reach for the bag. "I forgot to mention, my son has everything he needs. He doesn't need your charity donation." Not to mention, his father had brought him what looked like a lifetime supply of toys—not that it mattered.

"I didn't mean it that way. It's just normal for…"

"My son has no such grandmother." Avery interrupted her before she could bring out a fake 'good grandma' act. "Get your pretentious generosity out of here, Mrs. Vaillant."

"You…"

"Or I will call the police." She threatened, and Amelia had no choice but to drive away.

She called the estate gate as soon as Amelia drove off.

"Ma'am?" The guard waited for her instructions.

"There is a black car heading towards you, belonging to the woman you just let in. She is not allowed here. Make sure to inform your colleagues too. She is an impostor. If she ever claims to be my mother again, call the police." She heartlessly instructed.

"Yes ma'am. Do you have any other instructions?"

"Don't ever let anyone with the surname Vaillant in." She added.

"I understand, Ma'am."

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AN

Early chapter again. Yay!

Do you think Avery is being too heartless by calling her mother an impostor, or does the witch deserve it?


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Chương 16: Chapter 16

Nine years ago.

Since the day that Avery sent Damon home and helped him clean his wounds, he had not met her again. Like the chicken he was, he had not been able to get her contact details either. He could only rely on fate to make them meet again—of course, fate included attending the class he knew they had in common, being the earliest and sitting in the back. The lecture hall was stadium styled and the entrance was at the back, so he would definitely see her when she walked in.

However, luck was not on his side. She didn't attend her lessons for the whole week and even when he deliberately sat near the spot she had been sitting the only time he saw her at the cafeteria, they didn't bump into each other either. He had almost resigned to his fate and was about to bite the bullet and ask Gabe about her whereabouts when he saw her again—when he least expected it.

She was hugging her bag and walking in the opposite direction of him, which meant they were going to bump into each other. Luckily, he looked presentable this time. He had made it a point to dress up better than he usually did, not that his former style was bad. He just wanted to impress her. Today he was dressed casually in jeans and a black polo shirt but he knew that there was nothing to complain about.

"Hey, Avery." He waved at her when she was close enough.

She looked up, jolting from her deep thoughts and smiled gently when she saw him. She only managed a throaty "Hey."

Did she have a flu? He was about to ask when he noticed her dull eyes. She didn't look like she had been crying but she was definitely sad about something. It pained his heart.

"Would you like to grab coffee together? I was heading to Reynold's." He offered.

"Sure. I was going there too." She nodded, even though they had been walking in opposite directions.

He didn't call her out on it. She probably needed to get it off her head. As they walked towards Reynold's, he carefully said, "You don't look happy. Bad morning?"

She nodded. "I had a fight with my parents."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She didn't hesitate, probably because it was weighing down on her. "They want me to go to France."

He frowned. "And you don't want to?"

She shook her head, looking as though she would rather die than go. "I like France, by the way. I would have loved to go under different circumstances but they want me to move in with a distant aunt. They don't care what I want."

"That's awful. Maybe you should stand up to them? Seeing as you're an adult and all." He suggested. He knew it was probably not easy but being forced to be where she didn't want to be was much worse.

"It's not about my age." She sighed.

They arrived at Reynold's and he ordered them black coffee and a sandwich each.

They sat opposite each other at a corner and they were among the few patrons in the whole cafe. She took a bite of her sandwich which tasted blunt like every other food she had been trying to eat for the past few days. For some reason, she felt it safe to open up to him. They didn't know each other anyway, he would not use it against her. After justifying herself, it came rambling out. "Ever since they started trying for another child, they don't need me anymore—which is practically a couple of months since I was born."

"Why on earth would they do that?" He cringed and hated her parents even though he had not met them yet.

"I was confused too." She shrugged. "My aunt said they didn't want to do a gender reveal when they were expecting me. Not that it was common those days but they said that they wanted a surprise—but deep down they were hoping for a boy. Not for some "Congratulations, it's a little princess" kind of crap."

"That kinda sucks." He realized the misunderstanding his words caused and clarified. "I mean, to you. You did not ask to be born and didn't choose your gender. They have no right to treat you like it's your fault."

"Try telling them that." She chuckled at the impossibility.

He was even more confused.

"But your brother is a boy, right? Why do they still want another and dislike their daughter for not being a boy?"

She shrugged. "I don't know either. When I was little, I overheard them say something about Gabe not being a potential heir to father's property and that he couldn't take over the family business. I don't understand them either and honestly, I don't want to know."

She sipped her tasteless coffee. "Anyway, they want me out of their lives, I guess. Otherwise, they wouldn't be forcing me out of the country."

He hated that he couldn't talk—or beat—some sense into her parents. To think that a family that appeared to be loving all over the papers would have such darkness looming over it. He reached over the table and patted her hand. "I'm sorry. It will be alright, Avery. How about some raspberry cookies to cheer you up?"

She looked up and almost gasped in a mixture of surprise and shock. "How did you know that raspberry is my favorite flavor?"

"Lucky guess." He winked. In reality, there was no such thing as a lucky guess. It was only because the second time they met, there was a see-through packet of raspberry cookies on her table.


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