Jason’s sudden rage, coupled with the hard impact against the wall, left Estre feeling like her chest
was caving in, her breath nearly knocked out of her.
She gripped Jason’s wrists tightly, her face turning a shade of crimson as she struggled and gasped,
“Jason, let go of me.”
Despite her usual toughness, when Jason got this fierce, Estre knew she was outmatched. The
disparity in strength between men and women was just too great.
ring at Estre, Jason didn’t release her. Instead, his grip on her neck tightened. Estre’s oxygen
was running out, and even Jason’s form became blurry before her eyes.
Her hands remained clutched to Jason’s wrists, Estre tried to speak but couldn’t. Her limbs grew
weaker.
Isaac, Isaac…
Estre thought of Isaac, realizing Isaac had no father, and might not have a mother in the future. Tears
welled up in her eyes and streamed down.
Enraged and tightening his hold on Estre’s neck, Jason suddenly noticed that she no longer spoke
and tears were slipping down her face. He realized what he was doing. Estre was close to passing
out, and in a moment of shock, he let her go.
Gasping for fresh air, Estre copsed to the ground, clutching her chest as she coughed violently.
Looking down at Estre, weakly seated on the floor and thinking of her mysterious s Jason felt a surge
of emotion that reddened his eyes. How could Estre be so cruel? How could she have a child withContent is ? by N?velDrama.Org.
another man?
The tightness in his chest was overwhelming. He felt as if he were the one who had be choked.
Turning away, Jason walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beautiful night view and lit
himself a cigarette, seeking some sce.
Back at the foyer, Estre, still pressing on her chest, was catching her breath.
After finishing his cigarette, Jason stubbed it out and turned back to Estre. Just as he called her
name, Estre picked up a decorative vase and hurled it at him. Jason, caught off guard, didn’t dodge.
He took the full impact on his forehead.
A secondter, the vase shattered on the floor, blood quickly trickling down Jason’s face, dripping onto
the ground.
Standing up with effort, Estre said firmly, “Jason, I owe nothing to your family, and certainly nothing to
you. My body, my womb belongs to me. It’s my right to choose if I
want children and whose children I want to have. You, Jason, have no say in it, and you are not entitled
to demand anything from me.”
Her deration was calm and assertive, which only intensified Jason’s emotion. He stood motionless,
looking into her eyes filled with disdain, and asked, “Who’s the father of the
child?”
He couldn’t bring himself to harm Estre or the child, but the man involved, he wouldn’t let him go.
“It’s none of your business,” replied Estre.
“Estre, you think I can’t find out if you don’t tell me?” Jason pressed.
Estre retorted with sarcasm, “Go ahead and investigate. The man’s already dead. You’ve missed
your chance for revenge, so you’ll just have to swallow your pride.”
“You think I’ll believe that?” Jason challenged.
Estre stared at him for a moment and then said, “Jason, since things havee to…”
Jason cut her off, “Don’t even think about divorce. Even if we torment each other to death, I won’t let
you be with someone else.”
He had made it clear before. Even if he no longer wanted something, he wouldn’t let anyone else have
it.
Their eyes locked, Estre scoffed coldly and said, “Jason, I already have a son. Do you think I’m
afraid to fight this out with you? Bring it on.” With that, she stormed out, mming the door behind her.
Just as Estre left, Jason turned towards the window, hands shoved into his pockets. The thought of
Estre having a child and contemting leaving him made his
c eyes a fiery red. Tears streamed down his face, and his nose reddened. In his 29 years, he had never
shed tears for anyone. But today, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart, so pained that he wished
Estre had stabbed him in the heart instead of throwing a vase at his head.
Jason took off his sses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and his sleeves and hand were instantly
stained with blood. The wound on his head was still bleeding, but Jason seemed to have forgotten
about his injury.
They had li
lived in each other’s memories for as long as they could remember. Why did Estre always have to hit
him where it hurt the most, pushing him to the edge?
He was in the wrong three years ago, but no matter how upset she was, she shouldn’t have gone to
this extent.
After calming himself slightly, Jason walked to the bar in the living room and without choosing, opened
a bottle and started drinking. Today’s events were too much, but he wouldn’t turn to Grayson or anyone
else forfort, He couldn’t admit he had been
cuckolded, and Estre had a son who wasn’t his.
After gulping down half the bottle, Jason choked, coughing more violently than Estre had earlier.
Estre, damn her ruthlessness.
With his mind consumed by thoughts of Estre, Jason felt as if he had lost his soul. His life seemed
meaningless without her.
When Bryce pulled up in his car and saw Estre’s pale face and the bruises on her neck, his
expression darkened instantly. “Did Jason justy hands on you?” Without waiting for an answer, Bryce
stormed toward the building.
Estre hurried out of the car, grabbing Bryce, “I fought back. He’s got a head wound. Plus, he’s still
fuming. Don’t go up there and be his punching bag.”
Jason was fuming tonight, and Estre could tell just by looking at him. She reached out. and grabbed
Bryce by the arm to stop him.
This was a matter between her and Jason, and she didn’t want to drag Bryce, Jason’s own
cousin, into their personal affairs.
Three years ago, when Estre had left, Bryce and Jason hade to blows, although Estre herself
was none the wiser at the time.
Feeling Estre’s grip on his arm, Bryce turned to face her.
“I’m beat, Bryce,” Estre said with a hint of exhaustion in her voice. She had spent the whole day with
Isaac, and after themotion earlier, she feltpletely drained and had no intention of ying
peacemaker anymore. Besides, she knew Bryce was no match for Jason. If it had been otherwise, she
might have let Bryce take a swing at him
Noticing the fatigue in her eyes, Bryce finally focused on her and asked, “You sure you a few good hits
in earlier?”
Estre just smiled. “Don’t worry. He’s definitely going to need a hospital visit.”
At that, Bryce couldn’t help butugh. Ever since she became a mother, he’d almost forgotten that
Estre had never been the type to be trifled with. She certainly wasn’t going to let herself be on the
losing end of any confrontation.
Relieved to see Bryce’s mood lighten, Estre pulled him back towards the car.
Upstairs, Jason was still nursing his drink, stewing over the words Estre had hurled at him and
thinking about her son.
“Jason, what happened to you? Why are you covered in blood?”
Kristin had hurriedly followed him after he stormed out of the Nelson family’s old mansion. She had
raced from Sandalwood Oasis to several other properties, finally
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tracking him down. Her concern was etched across her face as she confronted the damaged, brooding
man before her.