Looking at her submissive deanor, Gu Yan grew even angrier: "What are you doing?"
"Picking up the pieces. You’ve never liked wearing shoes indoors since you were a child and prefer walking barefoot. These shards must be cleaned up thoroughly, or you’ll get cut, ah..." Distracted, Mrs. Gu’s hand was sliced open by a shard, blood gushing out.
Gu Yan was stunned; she had rembered all along.
Seeing the blood on her hand, his heart tightened, yet he turned away, with a sarcastic cold smile.
"Is this a pity show? Unfortunately, I’ve always been cold-hearted, don’t think I’ll fall for it. You’re not my mother, so I won’t feel heartache for you."
Mrs. Gu covered her bleeding finger and gave a bitter smile: "Even if I didn’t give birth to you, I’ve raised you since childhood. Do you think these two decades of affection were all fake, just putting on an act?"
"Is it true? Did you really treat as your son?"
Gu Yan felt a deep sorrow inside, recalling mories of the past, bitterness overflowing in his heart.
"I was rely used by you, a tool to help your son enter the Jun Family and seize the wealth. Have you truly cared for , treated as a son? You just saw as a tool."
Mrs. Gu trembled all over, her face gradually pale, listening to his words felt like knives piercing her bones, the sadness indescribable.
"Yan, I never thought you saw this way, always believing I was using you." Mrs. Gu was shocked and stunned, her heart filled with piercing pain.
She truly always considered this child as her own, though not blessed with giving birth, she had the grace of nurturing. Over these past two decades, living together day and night, her love for him ran deep, surpassing that of biological mother and son.
She loved him even more than Jun Huang, yet now he sees this motherly bond as manipulation.
Watching her distressed expression, Gu Yan snorted coldly: "It’s not just what I think, but it’s what you’ve always done. Can you honestly say you haven’t been plotting for your son, fearing my presence would take everything from him?"
Mrs. Gu was so shocked by his cold expression that she took a step back.
"What do you an? When have I ever feared that your existence would take things from Jun Huang?"
"Ha. Why are you still pretending? Do you think your act of a loving mother is so convincing that I know nothing?"
Gu Yan gave a forlorn smile, his heart wrenching with pain.
"Do you rember the incident when I broke my leg? I couldn’t believe that the mother who always loved and cared for was the one who broke my leg with her own hands. How could the world have soone as cruel as you!"
Mrs. Gu’s dignified face turned ashen.
"You, how do you know?"
"Apparently, you don’t intend to deny it, do you? How do I know? I hadn’t completely lost consciousness at the ti, how else could I have witnessed such a ’spectacular performance’ of a mother taking such a cruel hand against her own son? You have no idea how it felt lying in a pool of blood, hearing you say sorry!"
Gu Yan laughed hysterically, tears streaming down his face.
That was the most painful mont of his life, feeling so unbelievable, so heart-wrenching, that his beloved mother had laid such a vicious hand on him.
"Later, I gradually found out, you’re not even my biological mother. No wonder you could be so cruel to , because we’re not blood-related, so even if I died, you wouldn’t care, would you?"
"Yan..." Mrs. Gu looked at his tragic tears, her heart filled with imasurable sorrow.
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