Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 329

Edward’s eyes looked like they were about to shoot fire.

No one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

Roderick gripped his wrist and, with a slight exertion, broke free

from his grasp.

He slowly adjusted his tie.

“You came from nothing, no family background, no

connections, yet you got Madeleine to willingly drain her

family’s fortune to fund your startup and invest in you. Why?”

“And Fiona. If I recall, she’s helped you out quite a bit these past

two years, right?”

The fire in Edward’s eyes blazed hotter, like a wild beast whose

tail had been stepped on.

He threw off Roderick’s hand as if it were something disgusting,

his voice rising with anger and insulted pride:

“Of course they did it willingly. Madeleine was so in love with me back then, she would have done anything for me. I tried to

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refuse, but she was crazy, just throwing money at me.”

“Fiona… Fiona admired my skills and vision. She invested in me

because she believed in my future. What’s the problem with

that?

They were willing to help me because I, Edward, am worth it!”

He panted heavily, his chest heaving, trying to shout down the

sliver of hollowness that Roderick’s words had quietly created, a

feeling he refused to even examine.

“Is it a mistake to be outstanding?

Is it a sin to attract investors and support?

Roderick, you’re just jealous!

Jealous of my luck, and jealous that I earned their complete

trust and support!”

Roderick watched him quietly as he frantically tried to defend

himself, the mockery in his eyes deepening, yet growing colder,

as if watching a clumsy one–man show.

When Edward paused for a moment, Roderick finally spoke

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slowly.

“Trust?

Help?”

He repeated the two words, his tone as flat as if he were stating

an objective fact.

“When Madeleine emptied her savings and even risked a rift

with her family, were you really one hundred percent sure that

your ‘can’t–lose‘ project proposal was based on solid substance,

and not some… gut feeling or confidence that even you couldn’t

explain?”

“When Fiona used her family’s fund, going against everyone’s

advice to invest in you, did you really never once suspect that her extraordinary admiration and trust in you came a little too easily, even going against her usual shrewd investment

principles?”

Roderick took a step forward, his gaze pressing down on

Edward like a physical weight.

“And the ones before that, Ellianna Dunlap, Mr. Sampson… the people who gave you chance after chance, gave you resources when you were nobody, did you really never think, why you?

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Why did all the ‘good luck‘ land so precisely on you?

Why would those powerful people, who’ve seen it all, take such

an almost illogical special interest in a young man with no

connections?”

Edward’s face went from a furious red to pale white, his lips

trembling slightly. He wanted to argue, but found his throat felt

as if it were blocked by something.

“You’re talking nonsense…”

Edward’s voice had lost its earlier force, and even carried a

faint, imperceptible tremor. “That was all because… because

I’m capable…”

“Capable?”

Roderick cut him off gently. The last word was so light it was

almost a sigh, yet it carried immense weight, shattering

Edward’s final psychological defense.

“Ask yourself, does it make sense that your capability earned

you all this in such a short time?”

“Edward, do you really think this is normal?”

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Edward stumbled back a step, his back hitting the cold marble

counter with a dull thud.

But he didn’t seem to feel the pain, just stared wide–eyed at

Roderick in disbelief.

No one had ever said these things to him.

No one had ever denied his achievements.

Over the years, it wasn’t that no one had gossiped, thinking he had climbed up by stepping on others‘ shoulders.

But Edward had never thought there was anything wrong with

that.

Isn’t being good at using resources also a sign of capability?

But now, Roderick’s words felt like a punch to the gut.

“Ugh…”

He let out a pained groan and couldn’t hold himself up

anymore. His legs gave out, and he slid down along the counter

to the floor.

He clutched his head, which felt like it was about to split open, his nails digging into his scalp. His body began to tremble

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uncontrollably.

Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his shirt, and his

forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. His face was as

pale as paper, his lips drained of all color.

The immense shock and doubt, along with the sudden, intense

headache, were about to destroy his sanity.

He curled up on the cold floor, a complete mess, a far cry from

the confident and spirited man he had been in the salon just