“Nonsense!” Mr. Sharl’s tone was unusually harsh. “This is a psychiatric drug banned in Dalmora years ago! It was used to control serious criminals! Long-term use can severely damage the central nervous system, causing slow reactions, reduced cognition and memory loss! In short, it turns a normal person into an idiot—gradually!”
“How long… has this child been taking it?”
My nails dug into my palms. “Maybe… for many years.”
Mr. Sharl said, shaking his head in pain. “It’s cruel! This is practically murder!”
The office was deathly silent.
I held the thin report in my hands, but it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
Linda. You have such a cruel heart. Not only did you steal my son, but you tried to turn him into a wreck with your own hands!
I left the office. When Arson saw me, he immediately stood up, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “Millie…”
I went to him, crouched down and hugged him tightly.
The child of the woman I had despised for ten years… the one I believed was my enemy’s son… it turned out he wasn’t. He was my long-lost treasure—my own son, taken from me, tormented and poisoned for a decade.
“Arson…” My voice choked. “I’m sorry… Mom is late.”
He froze, his small body stiff in my arms.
After a long moment, he reached out a tiny hand and gently patted my back — as if comforting a crying child.
“Millie, don’t cry. Mom says crying makes you not pretty.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer; they poured out.
Emily, thank you. Thank you for protecting him for ten years. Now it was my turn to protect him. I would not let anyone who hurt him go unpunished.
