Chapter 6
Before leaving, I took the security footage from the basement—the memory card that contained the entire recording of Lucas losing his legs.
It might never be of any use, but the evidence was there, clear and undeniable.
Back when Lucas was fighting for his life in surgery, I had wanted to seek help. But at the time, I had no solid proof.
But
now, even with solid evidence in my hands, I never imagined that no one would be willing to help me.
It didn’t matter that Lucas had been officially declared disabled.
It didn’t matter that I had undeniable proof.
And before I could even settle down in a new place, Xavier’s mother found me first.
When I opened the door, she stood there, poised and elegant, her makeup flawless.
I knew she had come prepared.
Before I could say a word, she set a bank card in front of me and spoke gently.
“We meet again, dear.”
I sat on the other side of the table, quietly studying the woman in front of me.
She was poised and elegant–detached and distant.
Time had barely left a mark on her. She looked just as youthful as the first time I met her.
Because this wasn’t our first meeting.
The first time I saw her was right before my wedding to Xavier.
Back then, he had taken me home to introduce me to her.
When she heard we were getting married, she reacted as if it were nothing more than a childish game.
I still remember her words.
“You can have as many weddings as you want in life. There’s no need to inform me–just do whatever makes you happy.”
I knew she didn’t like me.
But Xavier had held my hand, promising me that his mother did like me, that she just didn’t show it openly,
Holding onto that belief, I married into the Smith family.
Looking back now, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Chapter 6
His mother had never truly acknowledged me–not even once.
Even when I gave birth to Lucas, she never visited. Instead, she brushed it off with a cold remark.
“Have as many as you want. Whether it’s one or ten, the Smith family can afford to raise them.”
Yet now, here she was, standing in front of me.
Her expression was distant, her tone detached.
