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The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 190

Clarissa froze.

That small voice—Junior's voice—made her blood instantly run cold.

She turned quickly, finding her son already sitting up in bed, eyes sleepy but full of questions staring at her from within the darkness of the room.

"Mommy? What is Mommy doing?"

Clarissa panicked. She hadn't expected Junior to wake up. Her mind raced, searching for an excuse.

"Oh, darling," she said, forcing a smile onto her face. "Mommy is just... thirsty. Mommy wants to get some water."

Junior frowned. His small eyebrows furrowed, unsatisfied with that answer.

"But there's a dispenser in the room," he said quietly, pointing to the corner of the room. "Mommy doesn't need to go out."

Clarissa startled. She glanced toward the dispenser Junior pointed at, then quickly recovered.

"Ah, right. Mommy forgot." She gave a small laugh, a sound that sounded forced. "Mommy is still sleepy, so she didn't remember."

She walked to the dispenser, poured a little water into a glass, and pretended to drink it. Then she returned to the bed, climbed up beside Junior, and pulled the blanket over both of them.

"There, let's sleep again," she coaxed gently while laying Junior down. "It's still the middle of the night, darling."

But Junior didn't immediately close his eyes.

Something felt strange. Something nagging at his mind.

Earlier, before he had fully woken up—while he was still floating between sleep and consciousness—he had faintly heard his mother's voice. Words he didn't fully understand, but that felt cold and cruel.

*It would be better if Alina just died.*

Junior didn't know why that sentence kept spinning in his head. But there was something in it that made his chest feel uneasy. Like something was wrong. Like there was something he wanted to ask, but he was too small to form it into words.

"Mommy," he called softly.

"Hmm?"

Junior opened his mouth, then closed it again. He didn't know what to ask. "...Never mind."

"Sleep, darling," Clarissa said again, stroking Junior's hair with practiced gentle movements. "Tomorrow you have school. Mommy is here, don't worry."

For the third time, Clarissa coaxed him.

And finally, sleepiness overcame Junior's doubt. His eyelids grew heavier, his small body surrendering to exhaustion.

But before he fully fell asleep, Junior murmured softly, his voice barely audible.

"Mommy... don't go anywhere, okay? Stay with me until morning. I don't want to be alone."

Clarissa smiled, kissing her son's forehead. "Of course, darling. Mommy promises. Mommy won't go."

That promise slipped so easily from her lips.

A few minutes later, Junior's breathing slowed and became regular. His small body relaxed completely in sleep.

Clarissa waited a moment, then raised her hand and waved it gently over Junior's face—making sure her son was truly sound asleep. Junior didn't react.

Confident that Junior was asleep, Clarissa rose and sat at the edge of the bed. She let out a long sigh, exhaustion and irritation showing on her face that no longer needed to wear a maternal mask.

"This child is really troublesome," she muttered quietly, looking at Junior's sleeping face. "Always clinging, always asking to be accompanied."

She massaged her temples.

"Hurry and grow up," she continued in a cold voice almost like a whisper. "So you can quickly be useful. Bringing lots of benefits to Mommy. Not just being a burden like now."

Then, carefully, Clarissa got off the bed. She walked slowly toward the door, breaking the promise she had just made minutes ago, and slipped out of Junior's room without a sound.

The door closed behind her.

What Clarissa didn't realize—behind closed eyelids, Junior's forehead furrowed.

In the threshold between consciousness and sleep, his ears had faintly caught his mother's words. *Hurry and grow up to be useful. Bringing benefits.* And before that—a darker sentence, colder.

*It would be better if Alina just died.*

Those words sank into his sleep, seeping into a subconscious he couldn't control.

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In his sleep, Junior dreamed.

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