Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 204

**TITLE: Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light**
**Chapter 204: A Fate Worse Than Death**

He dialed Gordon’s number without a moment’s hesitation. “Why did you intervene?” Jasper’s voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife.

Marilyn alone could not have orchestrated Bianca’s escape. Gordon had played a crucial role in it, and Jasper knew it.

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Gordon didn’t flinch at the accusation. Instead, he replied with a calmness that belied the gravity of the situation. “When Hubert grows up and discovers that his mother was confined to a sanatorium for his entire life, what kind of man do you think he will become? What will he think of you?”

Gordon expected this reasoning to resonate with Jasper, to spark some understanding. But all he received in return was a low, chilling laugh that echoed through the phone line.

“So, you believe it would be better for him to lose his mother entirely?” Jasper’s voice dripped with sarcasm, his disdain palpable.

Gordon felt a surge of rage, nearly choking on his words. “That damn kid! How could he even suggest something so monstrous? He wouldn’t dare… he…” The thought hung in the air, and doubt crept in, gnawing at him. Would Jasper truly go that far?

Yes. Deep down, he knew he would.

“Quick! Send reinforcements to protect her! Someone is in imminent danger!” The urgency in Gordon’s voice rose, panic threading through his thoughts.

Jasper’s mind was already spiraling into darker territories, contemplating murder.

For years, he had refrained from touching the Lowell family or Bianca in the sanatorium—not out of kindness, but because Hubert was still so young. He had wanted to shield the boy from the harsh realities of their world, from the brutality that lay just beneath the surface.

But now, the gloves were off. There was no reason to hold back any longer.

Tatiana suddenly felt a constriction in her chest, a tightness that made her instinctively press her hand over her heart. Her expression turned blank as the pen slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the table.

“Mommy?” Ann’s voice broke through the fog, laced with concern.

Tatiana snapped back to the present, shoving her unease aside. She drew Ann close, forcing a smile. “What have you been up to lately, my little star?”

Ann beamed up at her, holding up her new watch proudly. “I’ve been chatting with Hubert!”

Hubert. The mere mention of the boy who bore such a striking resemblance to Jasper stirred a whirlwind of emotions within Tatiana. Logically, she understood that he was the son of Jasper and Bianca, and she should keep her distance. Yet, as she observed Ann’s radiant smiles over the past few days, watching her enthusiastically organize her books to take to Hubert on their next visit, she felt her resolve weaken.

Ann was clearly enamored with Hubert, so much so that she was willing to step outside her comfort zone, a feat that both thrilled and terrified Tatiana.

For the first time in years, Tatiana noticed a tangible improvement in Ann’s condition. She had reached out to Ann’s therapist, who had encouraged this budding connection, deeming it a positive sign. Tatiana couldn’t bear the thought of cutting off this flicker of hope.

She pushed aside the tangled thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her.

In stark contrast to Ann’s technically perfect but robotic performance, Hubert played with sheer joy. Though his tiny hands limited his technique, the melody flowed from him, infused with genuine feeling. His bright eyes sparkled with delight as he lost himself in the music.

Unbeknownst to him, Marilyn had brought Bianca to see him, and they stood just outside the door, listening intently.

Marilyn’s heart swelled with warmth as she watched. “Hubert takes after you in that way,” she whispered to Bianca. “He has a real talent for music.”

Bianca lowered her head, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her face, but beneath it lay a simmering anger. He takes after his mother, that wretched woman!

As the last note faded, Marilyn stepped into the room, her hands coming together in applause. “Hubert, that was wonderful! You played beautifully.”

Hubert jumped, startled by her sudden presence. When he recognized her, a smile broke across his face. “Hello, Grandma.”

“I came especially to see you. Have you missed me?” she asked, her voice warm and inviting.

No, Hubert thought, but he nodded anyway, “Yes.”

Marilyn’s smile widened. “And look who else came to see you.”

Bianca entered slowly, tears glistening in her eyes. “Hubert. I came to see you.”