Kristin spoke with caution, “I saw Estre at the department store this afternoon with her little boy. He’s


    not even two, and he calls her ‘mom’. He’s the spitting image of her.”


    Throughout Kristin’s report, Jason just stared at her wordlessly.


    Feeling his intense gaze, Kristin continued, “At first, I thought I might be mistaken, or that Estre was


    pulling some kind of trick. But I watched them a little longer, and I swear, that child is a carbon copy of


    Estre as a little girl.


    “They say sons often resemble their mothers, and Estre’s boy is living proof,” she added. “Later, I


    confronted Estre about it, asking if the child was yours. She insisted he had nothing to do with you.


    She said she’s been gone from Ravenwood for three. years, hasn’t seen you in all that time, and the


    kid’s not even two. I’ve seen him too. He couldn’t be more than two at the most. So Jason, maybe it’s


    time to let go. Let Estre go and free yourself too. It looks like you two just weren’t meant to be.”


    Kristin had to admit, albeit reluctantly, that perhaps Estre and Jason weren’t destined to be together.


    Her words left Jason in a long, deep silence, his emotions indescribable, as if a thousand knives were


    taking turns stabbing at his heart, almost suffocating him.


    Seeing Jason silent like this, with his hands trembling on hisp and even his hair shaking, Kristin’s


    heart ached. No matter what a jerk he was, he was still the son she had raised for 29 years.


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    Gently taking Jason’s hand, Kristin said, “Jason, maybe it’s time to move on. There’ll b someone out


    there for you.”


    Jason ignored Kristin’s advice and stood up from the couch. “Mom, I’m going to head c You should get


    some rest.”


    Kristin rose with him, “It’s almost nine. Where could you be going now? Stay home


    tonight.”


    But Jason didn’t respond and continued towards the door.


    Kristin followed and grabbed him at the doorway, “Jason, are you off to see Estre? Don’t fight with


    her. It’s over. The constant arguing has driven her away. It’s time to part on good terms, considering


    how close our families have been and how long you’ve known


    each other.”


    Jason gently withdrew his hand from Kristin’s, only asking her to rest early. Then, he drove away f


    from the Nelson family’s mansion.


    Gripping the steering wheel, Jason’s entire body shook as he drove, the car trembling


    along with him.


    Estre had a child. She had really moved on.


    The distance that usually felt so short now seemed endless. He wanted to be with Estre in an instant,


    but the car seemed to crawl along the road. Finally, past nine, Jason’s car stopped in front of the


    Dorvold family’s gate.


    He pulled out his phone and called Estre. In a cold, clear voice, he said, “I’m at your front door.”


    “Okay,” came Estre’sposed reply from the other end.


    After hanging up, Estre rubbed Isaac’s hair, slipped on her jacket from the couch, and went outside.


    Estre knew without asking that Jason was aware of Isaac’s existence and hade to confront her,


    likely about a divorce. So when he called, she came out. Otherwise, given his temper, her family


    wouldn’t have peace tonight.


    say it.”


    Hands in her coat pockets, Estre had just reached the gate when she saw Jason. standing beside a


    sleek ck Bentley. Approaching him, she said, “What is it? Just say. Without a word, Jason grabbed


    her arm and thrust her into the passenger seat. Estre snapped, “Jason.”


    “You sure you want to talk about this on your doorstep?” Jason retorted.


    With that, Estre fell silent.


    After Jason got into the car, he nced at Estre icily and reminded her, “Buckle up.” Normally, he


    would’ve leaned over and fastened it for her, but today, he was in no mo


    The drive was silent. asionally, Estre nced at Jason, whose face was very somber.


    Twenty


    nty minutester, they arrived at a fancy residentialplex and entered an apartment. Jason


    mmed the door behind them and went straight to the point, “Is tha kid really yours?”


    “Yes,” Estre confirmed.


    “And is he mine?” Jason pressed.


    “He has nothing to do with you. If you don’t believe me, get a test,” Estre replied.


    him.


    Without another word, Jason snatched her phone. Estre didn’t stop


    Jason bypassed the contacts and messages, heading straight to the photo album. The sight nearly


    stopped his heart.


    Estre’s phone was filled with pictures of the child: ying, eating, sleeping, even toilet-training


    photos. The newest ones from that afternoon confirmed the child was


    indeed under two.


    Jason’s thumb flipped through the images, veins on the back of his hand protruding. His eves reddened


    silently.


    After reaching thest photo, he quietly tossed the phone onto the nearby coffee table.


    Jason’s anger was barely contained, yet Estre’sposure was unshaken. She had anticipated this


    confrontation since deciding to return to Ravenwood.


    Without retrieving her phone, she simply looked up at Jason and said, “Well, what do


    you…”


    Estre’s words hung in the air, unfinished, as Jason suddenly seized her by the throat. His grip was


    vice-like, and he shoved her backward with such force that she stumbled several times before her back


    mmed against the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. Only then did he stop, his right


    hand still gripping her neck, his eyes zing with a feral crimson fury.


    “Estre,” he snarled, his voice barely controlled, “you’ve got some nerve. Always using me of


    ying the field, when I haven’tid a finger on another woman. And here you are, bearing another


    man’s child.”