Chapter 839

It had been too long since Sasha had heard that name. In fact, it had been too long since she had even thought of that name. Andrew Wentworth. It was a name that meant nothing but betrayal and abandonment. That heartless man who had abandoned her! No! He was her son! Sasha suddenly became agitated. She tried to rush toward Andrew, wanting to hug him and touch him to make sure this wasn't just a hallucination. Andrew only stared at her coldly, watching as her shock turned into agitation. Under his icy gaze, Sasha hesitated. She didn't dare to move forward. She sat back down across from him, leaning slightly forward, as if closing the distance over the table might bring her closer to him. "Andrew, you've grown up. You finally came to see your mother." At the word "mother", Andrew's brows furrowed. His expression grew even colder. That look pierced through Sasha's heart. Her eyes turned red as she spoke in a voice filled with grievance and guilt. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know that sending you back to the Wentworths would hurt you. If I had known... If I had known..." Andrew finally spoke, "What would you have done if you had known? Back then, all you wanted was to get rid of your burden and start a new life." "No! It wasn't like that! I thought... I thought you'd have a good life with the Wentworths." "So many years have passed since then. Do you really think you can still deceive yourself? You can't even fool yourself, let alone me. "You knew exactly what was going on between those two siblings, yet you still sent me back to that house. Why? Firstly, you wanted to be rid of me. And secondly, you wanted my very existence to disgust them, didn't you? You said it yourself back then." Andrew had been young, but he had never forgotten the words he had overheard. He had been 13 when he was rescued. Now, he was 28. Fifteen years had passed, but time hadn't erased the past. It hadn't turned memories of hatred into a touching mother-son bond. Andrew had no interest in hearing her lies. Sasha's pitiful expression faded, as if his words had dragged out the truth she had long buried. Fifteen years was a long time. The isolation of prison had forced her to relive her past over and over, and in doing so, she had reshaped herself into the victim. Adam and his younger sister, Rebecca Wentworth, had been nothing more than animals. But Sasha had always been a good mother. Everything she had done had been justified—she must be a good mother. Hadn't she killed those two siblings to save her son? She had told herself this for years and convinced herself so deeply that she truly believed she had done nothing wrong. But Andrew's cold words made her remember the very things she had tried so hard to forget. She had never been a good mother. She killed those siblings, but it hadn't been to save Andrew. Even when she had seen Andrew suffering, her first instinct had been to figure out how much she could extort from the situation. It wasn't until that wretched woman had laughed in her face. Rebecca had hugged her son, Dante, boasting about how loving she and Adam were. She had smugly talked about how Andrew was used as a toy for venting her frustrations and arrogantly asked what right Sasha had to compete with her. Sasha had killed those two because she couldn't stand seeing that wretched Rebecca happy. She had never been a good mother. The realization made her direct her anger at Andrew instead.