Evander’s POV
I left Claire’s apartnt, feeling defeated. Her cold, distant look stayed in my mind. She shut out, and I couldn’t find a way to approach her. I just wanted to be there to ease so of her pain. I knew she was deeply hurt, which showed in our quiet mont.
But I wasn’t going to give up. No matter how hard she tried to keep away, I would always find a way back into her life. I would do whatever it took to make her see I was there for her and she could lean on any ti.
But I needed answers before I could even think about winning her back. Soone had driven a wedge between us, poisoned her heart, and made her believe lies that tore us apart. I had to find out who these people were—the ones who worked behind the scenes to destroy what we had. Only then could I make things right and keep her safe from getting hurt again.
I sat in my car as my eyes were locked on Claire’s apartnt when my cell phone suddenly rang. I sighed, not in the mood to talk, but when I saw the number flashing on the screen, my expression turned serious, and I quickly answered.
"Did you find anything?" I asked right away.
"Yes, boss," the voice on the other end replied. "I saw them eting with your mother."
"My mother, Zaniel? Are you sure?" I asked, struggling to keep my anger in check.
"Boss, I have been your secretary for a long ti. You know you can trust ," Zaniel assured , his tone steady and reliable. He had always been there, ready to help whenever I needed him.
"Yes, I followed them," Zaniel continued, "but I think there could be soone else—" I didn’t let him finish. I ended the call as I was too shaken by what I had just heard.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it was useless. Anger bubbled up within as I couldn’t keep my emotions in check.
My own mother had been involved in Claire’s abduction the mont she had returned. How could she? How could my blood work against like this?
Had she not had enough! What was she trying again?!
"Mother," I muttered. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as rage simred just beneath the surface. I started the car, my mind set on one thing: I was going to confront her, and I was getting answers.
I took one last look at Claire’s apartnt. The car engine rumbled to life, and I slowly pulled out onto the road, with a number of questions in my mind.
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An hour later, I pulled up to the old Kensington Mansion. As I stepped out of the car and entered the main hall, several maids and servants quickly gathered; their eyes watched with a hint of nervousness.
The butler, as usual, ca forward to greet . "Master, I will inform Madam of your arrival," he said in a polite tone and bowed his head slightly. But I didn’t feel like playing along with any formalities today.
Without even a second glance, I tossed my overcoat toward him. "No need," I said iciy. "I will go to her myself."
Without waiting for an answer, I marched straight to the staircase. My footsteps were loud and firm as I climbed up to the second floor. My anger grew stronger with each step, burning from inside. By the ti I reached my mother’s door, I was fully consud by rage.
"You are here!" My mother, Gloria Kensington, smiled brightly when she turned to face .
"Cut the fake smile, Mom!" I growled, my voice low but cold and dangerous.
"What... what happened?" She stamred as she reached out to touch my cheek, but I stepped back, not wanting her to co any closer. "Why are you being so cold to all of a sudden?" Tears filled her eyes, and that only made my anger rise, which I was trying hard to control.
Her tears reminded of Claire’s, the night she cried, and it was all because of my mother!
"What were you thinking when you sent those people to kidnap Claire that night?" I gritted my teeth, barely holding back my rage.
"Oh!" she gasped. "So, you ca here for that girl, not to see ?"
"Yes, Mom! I am here for Claire! Your actions hurt her and tore us apart. I want answers, and I want them now!" My voice echoed with power, and I could feel the weight of my words hanging in the air between us.
"I tore you apart?!" She glared at , letting out a bitter chuckle as she stepped back. "Wasn’t it her who walked away from you?"
"Yes, she left," I shot back; my voice was fuming. "But why did you have her kidnapped?!"
She rolled her eyes, looking at with an expression that almost seed like pity. "She hurt you, so I hurt her back. I wanted her to see what she put you through— all those nights you locked yourself away, chained by mories of her."
Her face turned serious, her voice sharp. "I needed her to understand what she did to you. You were broken, Evander. She needed to feel that pain, too."
I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady. "You don’t get to decide that. You don’t get to play with her life just to prove what you want!"
"I have every right! You are my son!" She snapped back; her voice was sharp and unyielding. "And I will do whatever it takes to protect you, to keep her away. So tell her to stay out of your life, or else—"
Before she could finish, I stepped forward, grabbing her by the neck. I pushed her back until her shoulders hit the wall, my grip firm but controlled.
"Or else what?" I said in a low, dangerous tone, my eyes locked on hers.
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