Plus, in Westbridge, with the Blackwell name, no one dared to cross him.
But recently, he had been staying with Mrs. Blackwell.
Not only had he stopped his training, but he had also gained weight and his movements had become sluggish.
He was no match for Edmund.
Edmund had been through a lot before returning with Julian.
His obedient demeanor was an act for Isabel's benefit; in reality, he had a short temper and a heavy hand.
Adrian saw this clearly. "Shadow."
Shadow immediately stepped forward to separate the two boys.
In doing so, he was clearly protecting Oliver, treating Edmund harshly.
Isabel's hand shot out, and a silver needle found its mark.
"It's one thing for children to fight amongst themselves; their strength is comparable. But for a trained adult like you to be so rough with a six-year-old child... that's not right, is it?"
Shadow's hand was instantly paralyzed by the needle, unable to move.
Isabel pulled Edmund over to sit beside Julian and began applying ointment to his scrapes.
Oliver scrambled up from the ground and ran over, showing Isabel his hands and face. "Mommy, it hurts."
Isabel ignored him. After treating Edmund, she told him to go inside and play with his great-grandfather.
Edmund obediently went.
Isabel turned to Adrian, her voice cold. "I'm not as patient as my husband, who can sit here and chat with you so pleasantly, Mr. Blackwell. If you continue to linger, don't blame my needles if they happen to slip."
"Mr. Blackwell," Shadow said, approaching. His arm was still immobile. He tried to pull the needle out, but an excruciating pain shot through him the moment his fingers touched it. In the early winter chill, he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Let's find another way."
Adrian finished the tea in his cup, then pointed at the injured Oliver. "If you treat him so poorly, why did you give birth to him?"
Isabel had been good to Oliver.
The damage was done, and she had every right not to forgive.
"Why are you asking me? I'm not his mother, how would I know?"
"Perhaps you should try to summon your late wife in your dreams tonight. Or you could go down there yourself and ask her in person."
Adrian scoffed. "You know perfectly well who you are. In the beginning, my grandmother was watching, so an abortion was out of the question. But that doesn't mean you didn't have other options. Since you chose to give birth to him, you have a responsibility. Changing your identity doesn't absolve you of that."
Isabel couldn't figure Adrian out.
Previously, when Oliver wanted Selena as his mother, he hadn't objected.
So what was this now?
Oh, Selena had seen through his manipulative schemes. He knew there would be no 'Selena' in the future, so to prevent Oliver from being upset about her absence, he was now trying to redirect his attention back to her?
And Oliver...
Why was he suddenly so fixated on his biological mother?

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