Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 921

Crystal looked at her mother, who, even at her age, still tried to act like an innocent damsel to please men, and her eyes filled with resentment.

Susan looked as if she had been struck by lightning.

Her face went pale, and she froze, staring at her daughter in disbelief.

She never imagined she would one day hear such ugly words from her own daughter’s mouth.

Her lips trembled. “Crystal…”

Crystal endured the pain, pushed her away fiercely, and stumbled back into the apartment.

Lennon, completely indifferent to the emotional turmoil of the two women, was feeling worse as his illness had progressed. He was irritable and had little patience. He tossed the kitchen knife aside and went back inside to lie down.

Only Susan was left, sitting numbly on the cold floor by the door, tears streaming down her face.

Anastasia watched without a flicker of emotion, only wondering why, with all this commotion, Ryan and Carter were nowhere to be seen.

Just as she had that thought, a familiar voice came from behind her—

“Couldn’t find the place?”

She turned to see Carter standing quietly on the stairs.

Anastasia was surprised, then realized that this wasn't the floor Carter had told her. So—

She glanced back toward Susan and asked Carter, “You’re not living together?”

“We were, but not anymore.”

Carter must have heard the commotion just now, but he showed no intention of going over.

After a moment's thought, Anastasia told him, “Your mother is still sitting by the door, crying.”

They were some distance away from Susan, and from Carter’s vantage point, he couldn't see what was happening.

After all her years of effort to hold onto this man, could she really bear to see it all come to nothing?

Carter brought her a glass of water.

“Thank you,” Anastasia said, taking it. She glanced at the thin, quiet boy across from her. His face was still pale, but much better than before.

“If it’s convenient, I’ll give you the treatment now.”

Carter nodded. “Okay.”

After the session, as Anastasia was packing up her things, Carter suddenly spoke. “Why did you agree to treat me? Don’t you hate me?”

Anastasia looked up at him. “Why are you suddenly asking that?”

Carter’s face was expressionless, his eyes slightly downcast. “Someone of my status, even more despicable than Lennon… shouldn’t you hate me?”

While Lennon's pretension of being a Lancaster was despicable, at least his birth was legitimate. Carter, on the other hand, was the product of an affair, living proof of Ryan’s betrayal of his family.