Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 28

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“Mr. Livingston, would it be alright if I spoke with Mrs. Livingston alone for a moment?”

Roderick nodded. He’d been involved in Kevin’s therapy for years and knew much of his son’s struggles stemmed from Madeleine’s past behavior. With a quiet glance at both women, he headed upstairs.

Nanette picked up a colored pencil drawing from the table and

handed it to Madeleine.

“This is Kevin’s latest work.”

Madeleine took it, her lips curving into a smile. The drawing was

vibrant, with bold lines depicting a family of three holding

hands.

She opened her mouth to praise Kevin’s talent, but Nanette’s

voice cut through, hesitant yet pointed.

“Mrs. Livingston, Kevin’s drawings make it clear he’s carrying

deep emotional wounds,” she said. “If you can’t give him the

love he needs, at the very least, please don’t hurt him.”

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Madeleine’s smile froze, her fingers tightening around the

paper.

“What’s wrong with this picture? It looks so… happy.”

Nanette paused, then let out a soft, almost pitying laugh. “Mrs. Livingston, you don’t think that’s you in the drawing, do you?”

She pointed to the gentle figure holding the boy’s hand.

“That’s me.”

Madeleine’s face paled at her words, her breath catching.

The paper crinkled in her grip as Nanette’s words sank in. “In Kevin’s mind, I’m the one playing the role of his mother, not

you.”

The air seemed to thicken, pressing against Madeleine’s chest.

She stared at the blurred outline of the woman in the drawing,

her heart thudding painfully, as if struck by an invisible force.

Nanette turned to her bag, pulling out another drawing.

“I’ve kept some of Kevin’s earlier work. This one is titled ‘My

Mommy.”

She handed it over, and Madeleine’s stomach twisted.

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The page was a chaos of dark, jagged lines, dominated by heavy black scribbles. The figure in the center–a woman–was distorted, her face a smear of shadow, radiating anger and

menace.

“This… this is me?”

Madeleine’s voice trembled, barely audible, as she clutched the

paper.

“Yes,” Nanette replied, her tone cool and detached. “He drew

this five months ago. When I asked him why, he said his mother

didn’t like him–that your eyes scared him.”

Madeleine’s legs felt weak. Seeing her reaction, Nanette gently

took the drawing back, her expression unreadable.

“Mrs. Livingston, I don’t mean to meddle in your family affairs,

but Kevin is my patient. I have a responsibility to protect him.”

Her gaze locked onto Madeleine’s, sharp and unwavering.

“He’s at a critical point in his therapy. Your presence could

make things worse.”

She paused, then continued, “If you truly care about him, you

might consider… keeping your distance.”

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Madeleine’s chest tightened, her breath shallow.

She couldn’t understand how she could have rejected her own

son.

What kind of mother could be so cold to her own flesh and

blood?

But as the shock settled, she noticed something in Nanette’s

eyes.

It was a glint of hostility beneath the professional facade.

Madeleine’s mind sharpened, her voice steadying. “Are you

suggesting I divorce my husband, Dr. Clark?”

Nanette flinched, caught off guard by the bluntness.

A flicker of panic crossed her face before she masked it with a

practiced smile.

“You’re misunderstanding me, Mrs. Livingston. I’m only

discussing Kevin’s condition. For his sake, I recommend you

give him some space.”

Madeleine felt as if a boulder had settled on her heart.

She took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. “Thank you for

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the advice, Dr. Clark. It’s noted. But let’s be clear–this is the last

time you’ll offer it.”

She stepped closer, her eyes blazing with quiet fury.

“I’m Kevin’s real mother, and you should remember that.”

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