Chapter 8

"Son? Are you worthy of being a son's mother? For your own selfish desires, you instigated your son to steal. Delilah, it's you who's unworthy."

With reddened eyes, I cursed loudly,

"You beast."

Zoran crouched down, viciously gripping my chin,

"You're nothing but a bastard, unwanted and tossed into an orphanage. Even the child you bore is as vicious as you. You're just a slut!"

Then, as if losing patience with our quarrel, he called his assistant.

"Find my son at all costs."

The assistant's surprised voice came through, "Young master has already passed away. Don't you know?"

Zoran's body stiffened, and he asked in disbelief,

"What are you saying?"

The assistant's voice was filled with surprise,

"Young master has been dead for several days. Today, Madam is going to the cemetery for the young master's burial."

Hearing the assistant repeat it, Zoran's face turned deathly pale, his body swaying as if unable to support himself.

The voice on the other end wasn't finished,