From Divorced Wife To The Top Heiress novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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Serena lay in bed, drifting into a restless sleep. In her dreams, she heard her son’s desperate cries.

“Mommy, why don’t you want me? Why didn’t you take me home?” The child wept pitifully. “Mommy, come take me home, please…”

The child’s small figure began to fade into the distance. Serena pleaded, “No, my baby, Mommy would never not want you. I just couldn’t keep you with me. Don’t go, please don’t leave…”

With a start, Serena jerked upright, her cheeks still wet with tears. Her body trembled slightly in the morning light, her face pale as frost, her gaze blank.

Serena absently touched the tear–streaked skin. Her long, delicate lashes fluttered faintly, a deep pain etched between her brows.

“What’s going on? Why can’t I get that child out of my mind?” Serena murmured softly, burying her face in her hands as she took a deep, shaky breath.

Thoughts of her own son filled her with profound sorrow, her shoulders slumping under the weight of her grief. She forced herself to calm the ache in her heart, a process that took a full half hour before she finally regained her composure.

Getting up, Serena went to wash up in the bathroom, changed into fresh clothes, and went downstairs for breakfast. Chris and Yolanda were already waiting for her downstairs.

“Good morning, Ms. Hale,” Yolanda greeted with a warm smile.

Serena’s heart felt heavy, and she only nodded slightly in response. She looked at Chris and said, “Chris, go and deal with Dylan regarding Pierre’s case. Press charges for intentional murder. We are not accepting any settlement.”

Serena knew Pierre well. He wouldn’t act recklessly without reason. There was certainly more to this story.

Chris noticed the faint redness around Serena’s eyes and frowned slightly before replying, “Understood, Ms. Hale.”

Serena walked toward the dining area. The three of them had breakfast together before heading out.

Chris handed Serena the inspection report on the counterfeit alcohol. Then, Serena left with Yolanda for Kismet Bar.

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In the Ashford mansion, when Dylan woke up, Liam was already awake. He sat quietly nearby, watching Dylan. Waking up to find his mother not there seemed to sadden him.

Dylan smiled gently and asked, “Liam, are you feeling better?”

Liam answered quietly, “Where’s my mommy?”

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“Your mommy is in the next room. Should I call her over?” Dylan asked.

Liam was almost three years old and could express himself clearly about many things.

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“She’s not my mommy. You’re all bad people,” he said flatly. Then he climbed off the bed and went to play by

himself.

Dylan frowned slightly but still didn’t take the words of a young child to heart.

Liam sat on the floor playing, but thoughts of meeting his real mother last night overwhelmed him. Head bowed, he began to cry quietly.

He remembered that Eliana had told him that his mother was Stella. Last night, he finally saw his real mother. He didn’t understand why she hadn’t taken him home, and the more he thought about it, the sadder he felt.

His back still ached from where Eliana had hit him. Over the past few days, he had secretly observed her. She acted like a madwoman, always cursing Stella.

Dylan finished getting dressed and walked over to Liam, who was quietly playing with puzzles. In a gentle tone, he said, “Liam, you mustn’t act this way. Your mother will feel sad if she hears you.”

Liam glanced at Dylan, his large eyes filled with doubt. “Are you really my daddy?” he asked in a small but surprisingly clear voice. Though some of his pronunciation was still childish, there was an unusual sharpness in his gaze.

Liam rarely spoke much to others, usually keeping quietly to himself. To keep him from fussing, Eliana often handed him her phone to watch videos. Through these, he had absorbed more than a typical child his age.

Dylan looked at him in surprise. Liam now was different from the quiet boy he usually saw, who would often just glance at him lazily before ignoring him, behaving almost too well–mannered, never causing trouble or making a sound.

With a light chuckle, Dylan asked, “Silly boy, if I’m not your dad, then who is?”

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