Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 476

"I will cut all ties with her completely. Lance, I am so sorry for everything. Please don't say things you don't mean out of anger. Let's just talk this through, okay?" Tessa panicked, desperate to prove that he was simply lashing out in a temper.

He was the son she carried for nine months. They were bonded by blood. How could he possibly be cruel enough to disown her completely?

"I was very clear. I'm not trying to scare you. Do you honestly think your apology means anything to me? What makes you think the man I am today has any use for your apologies or your so-called maternal love?" he sneered, refusing to even look in her direction.

When he was a little boy, he had waited every single day for her to give him just a fraction of her attention.

She never did. Her focus was entirely consumed by Sarah. It was always, 'You're the boy, you need to yield to her,' or 'Sarah is a delicate girl, why can't you just let her have it?'

And now?

Now that he truly did not care if she lived or died, she suddenly wanted to apologize.

It was highly ironic, and he couldn't detect a single ounce of genuine sincerity in her words.

She wasn't apologizing because she felt remorse; she was apologizing because she was terrified of losing a son.

"We have nothing to discuss. Everything that needed to be said is done. Get out of my hospital room," he commanded.

Tessa stood there, pale as a ghost, staring at him in utter disbelief. She still stubbornly refused to accept that he was cutting her out of his life.

Camilla was slightly taken aback by his absolute ruthlessness, but she recovered quickly. She turned to the woman and said firmly, "Tessa, please leave."

Tessa's eyes went wide, glaring at Camilla as if she had lost her mind.

The blatant lack of a respectful title made Tessa's expression twist. Earlier she had at least feigned politeness, but now the deliberate shift in address felt like a knife twisting in her wound.

"I am speaking to Lance. This is none of your business," she snapped.

"I am his fiancée," Camilla replied smoothly. "He is unwell and shouldn't be stressed out. I will gladly handle anything he wants done."

Her tone was all business. She set the thermos down on the bedside table and called out toward the door, "Nurse! Please escort all unauthorized people out of the room. The patient needs to rest."

In the past, when he hadn't formally severed ties, she had forced herself to show the woman basic courtesy out of respect for his mother.

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