My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: 306/Flashback (27)

Chapter 306: Shattered Ambition and Shadows of Doubt

Flashback: 22 Years Ago

Author’s POV

Every feature of Violet’s mother’s face convulsed with extreme violence, and the fatal shock fell upon the lines of her face like a destructive thunderbolt that struck her tongue tied. Her eyes widened in astonishment, terror, and a sudden rush with which her pupils protruded, and she said in a semi-choked, broken, and helpless voice: "What are you saying, for hell’s sake?! What is this cursed talk?!"

Violet remained standing in her place with absolute steadfastness like a statue without motion, and her green eyes did not blink at all as she repeated the exact same sentence in a cold, dry tone, devoid of any expression or fear: "I am pregnant."

The mother, out of oppression and heartbreak, slapped both of her hands against her thighs with extreme agitation, advanced toward her with troubled, trembling steps, and said angrily: "Have you gone completely mad, Violet? Has damage and ruin struck your mind?! Or are you joking with me right now mockingly to test my patience and the extent of my endurance?!"

Violet moved her head with utmost lightness and tightened her strong grip on the strap of her leather bag without showing any signs of confusion, fear, or regret: "I do not joke in these matters, certainly... I am truly pregnant, and my body carries a fetus again."

The mother’s face congested with crimson blood until it almost exploded, and the lines of her face tightened with a burning nervousness and severe distress, and she shouted in her face with blame and reproach: "Will you truly get pregnant and give birth to children every time without a legal marriage or an official cover?! Do you not possess a single atom of shame from the talk of people and the hell of scandal?!"

Violet was not affected by her harsh reprimand or her sharp screaming at all; rather, she threw her handbag onto the adjacent sofa with complete indifference and unparalleled coldness, and turned her entire body toward her, saying with a dry, stern condition that did not carry within its folds a single atom of maternal emotion or mercy: "Then... if his existence disturbs our family, let my sister Meredreth not take him to raise him and adopt him in her name; I will simply go and abort him and get rid of his weight."

The mother retreated a step and a half backward, shocked by her harsh response, placed her trembling palm over her head in helplessness, turned her face right and left in complete incapacity and lack of resourcefulness, and said with a lump in her throat: "I truly do not know what to say to you anymore, Violet... all my words and justifications have run out because of your stubbornness and your actions."

She rose with her entire body and began circling around the corners of the living room with fast, chaotic, and troubled steps like a madwoman who had lost her mind, while interlocking the fingers of her hands with immense tension and future fear. Then she stopped suddenly and directed her sharp, critical gazes toward her daughter, saying commandingly: "Who is the father of this upcoming child? Tell me the truth immediately without twisting or turning!"

Violet looked into the vacuum extending before her for a single second as if she was remembering the details of what occurred, and the features of her face remained rigid and frozen like ice, and she said with a deadly simplicity that exposed everything: "His father does not want me... he has expelled me from his life and thrown me far away."

The mother knitted her eyebrows with a lack of comprehension and a vagueness that wrapped her mind, and advanced toward her again with a panic and anxiety that dominated her tone: "How did he expel you with this simplicity? I truly do not understand the nature of your relationships and what is happening with you!"

Violet averted her gaze and the piercing of her eyes away from her, and crossed her arms over her chest with decisiveness and strength, saying cuttingly: "Mother... I do not want to talk or discuss the details of this matter anymore; it is over."

The mother sighed powerfully and violently as if she was expelling fire from her inside, scrutinized the depth of her daughter’s eyes with complete despair, and shook her head in hopelessness of reforming her condition: "I truly do not understand, by any human measure, from where did you bring all this deadly coldness and psychological dryness in the most dangerous situations?!"

Violet looked at her with two dead eyes devoid of the luster of life, and returned to put forward her stern option with firmness and clarity: "Now... let us leave the talk; do I go and abort him immediately by myself, or do I leave him upon his birth for my sister to bear his responsibility?"

The mother convulsed in terror from the idea of crime and abortion, and waved her hand in the air with absolute denunciation and complete refusal: "Of course I will not allow you to abort him and kill an innocent soul, no matter what the circumstances and complications surrounding your pregnancy are!"

In those difficult, dark, and fateful moments, on the other and distant side of the city, Thomas was lying helplessly on a cold iron bed inside the sterilized operating room illuminated by bright, revealing white lights, where the doctors and surgeons surrounded his naked body, and he remained there for several long and successive hours under the weight and scalpel of precise surgery.

With strenuous effort, superb focus, and held breaths from the entire surgical team, the doctors finally succeeded in extracting the fatal and treacherous bullet from his lower back; but to their extreme and profound regret, it was lodged in an extremely sensitive, complicated, and dangerous place directly adjacent to the spinal cord. The features of the doctors’ faces were highly grim, dominated by immense anxiety and fear of the complications of that deep injury, as they were intensely afraid that the destruction of those sensitive nerves might afflict him with complete paralysis and permanent disability.

And to profound regret, what they were intensely afraid of and cautiously expecting did indeed happen; for when the effect of the powerful anesthetic wore off gradually and Thomas’s eyelids opened with extreme heaviness and he woke up inside his private room in the intensive care, he tried with panic, distress, and hysteria to push the transparent white sheet with his legs and move his lower limbs to stand... but the shock tied his tongue as he could not move his feet a single inch or budge them, finding his entire lower body from the waist downward had become dormant, dead, and completely paralyzed.

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