Upon hearing this, Oliver Battleson didn’t hesitate for a second. His hand, gripping Mia White’s jaw, slowly tightened as he laughed coldly, "Mia White, in my heart, you will never compare to Tiana, never."
The alluring woman named Ella White was the daughter of the White Family’s driver and grew up with Mia White.
Finally, Mia White told a bedtime story to Justin Battleson as she usually did, with an unusual calm. But strangely, young Justin Battleson seemed to sense something was off and couldn’t fall asleep.
Fearing that his mother would tire herself from storytelling, he pretended to be asleep with his eyes tightly shut.
Mia gently put down the storybook, bent over to imprint a light kiss on his forehead, and removed a jade pendant from around her neck, placing it next to Justin’s pillow.
Along with it, she left a stock transfer document, to take effect when Justin came of age.
Mia spoke softly, her voice as light as a feather.
"Justin, Mommy is tired and needs to rest. If you wake up and can’t find me, don’t be sad. I will be watching over you from another place, seeing you grow up safely and reclaim everything that belongs to you."
At that moment, the little Justin Battleson felt his act collapse, but he still kept his eyes shut, even though his trembling eyelashes had given him away.
The last thing he heard was the woman’s gentle whisper.
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In the darkness, little Justin couldn’t help but half-open his eyes, watching Mia dressed in a pure white gown, her long hair, like spilled ink, naturally falling down her back.
Her pale feet stepping on the cold floor, one step after another, she walked towards the balcony.
Time suddenly stretched out, as if a century had passed, Mia stopped in front of the balcony, suddenly turning her head to steal a glance.
Meeting the half-opened eyes of the little boy, she suddenly smiled.
The last thing he saw was her mouthing six words.
"Mommy will always love you."
Facing the wind, her light skirt billowing in the cold night wind. The wind mercilessly blew her hair, strands falling in front of her eyes.
Yet, her lips curved up in a smile that was as untamed as before she was chained by marriage, her face radiating relief.
She slowly tipped back her head, then calmly fell backward.
Even from far away, it seemed like Justin could hear the sound of her body hitting the ground.
Underneath her white dress bloomed a vivid red amaryllis. Even in death, the woman’s eyes remained open.
In the darkness, the tiny him lay on the bed on his side, motionless, the only sensation being the hot tears that fell drop by drop from his face, burning against his cheeks.
Only later did he learn that the final straw for Mia White wasn’t Ella White successfully having a child.
But rather, the name of that child: Leon Battleson.
Justin Battleson was also named by Oliver Battleson himself. It was only many years later that Justin discovered his mother’s diary in a drawer.
On the day he was born, Oliver received an anonymous email containing provocative photos of Mia with another man and even doubted whether Justin was his child.
At the time, Battleson Group was at the pinnacle. Everyone was looking for a loophole to exploit the Battleson family, Oliver, considering the bigger picture, chose not to make the issue public.
He threw the photos down on the table, nonchalantly suggesting: "Let’s name this child Justin Battleson. Justin..."
He paused for a moment, before continuing indifferently: "I wish his life, his future, everything about him, to be as cold as a snowy night, blanketed by endless snow."
From then on, he was plunged into an endless darkness.