The man nodded calmly and only allowed a smile to play at the corner of his lips as he watched Evelyn Curtis being led away.
At his side, his assistant handed him the laptop she held in her hand. The screen displayed the trending topics on social media.
Glancing at it, the first trending topic was the public announcement of Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson’s relationship. The second one was about netizens digging up information about their past and their several children, who were living a blissful life.
His deep gaze turned icy as he gripped the laptop tighter.
Why was he allowed to live a carefree life under the sun, while he was forced to hide in the darkness, barely clinging onto life like a parasite?
He was from the Battleson Family too, after all...
Taking a deep breath, the man forcefully smashed the laptop onto the ground. The impact was so huge it completely shattered the device.
The assistant beside him barely blinked an eye, as if accustomed to these outbursts. And promptly summoned someone to clean the mess.
Leaning back, the man moistened his dry lips. Lifting his gaze up slightly, his bloodshot eyes were inundated with cold, hidden rage.
He still remembers witnessing his mother’s flesh being torn apart by a whip.
The hatred bubbling up within him was hard to suppress.
Ten years ago. Winter.
Leon Battleson, only ten years old, huddled fearfully in a corner. His wide, innocent eyes were filled with terror. He helplessly watched the scene unfolding in the living room, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Oliver Battleson raised his hand, using all his strength to slap Tiana White. Tiana took the hit and stumbled, falling right before Leon’s eyes.
Leon’s gaze hardened. On instinct, he rushed over to embrace his mother. Tiana’s cheek was swelling at a visible rate.
Oliver squatted in front of the two, his face seething with deep-seated hatred.
"Tiana White, so the truly vile person is you!" he snarled.
Raising his other hand, he took a thick stack of documents and ruthlessly threw them at Tiana, who instinctively lifted her arm to shield her face from the blow.
Leon’s face turned white with fear, but he still stepped forward to grab his father’s arm.
"Dad, stop hitting mom. It hurts her," he pleaded.
As soon as those words left his mouth, Oliver roughly shook him off and sneered, "Don’t call me dad. Tiana’s child doesn’t deserve to carry the Battleson name!"
His gaze shifted, the man paused briefly before speaking in a cold voice, "Tiana White, so you can feel pain too? Did you know that by deliberately creating ambiguous photos between me and Mia ten years ago, causing me to misunderstand her, and by replacing Mia as the saviour by my side..."
Back when he was a child, Oliver almost drowned and was saved by a girl around his age. After a lot of effort, he managed to dig up decades-old information only to realise his life had been saved by Mia White, not Tiana.
However, Tiana falsely assumed the role of his saviour and slowly encroached on Mia’s life.
His eyes swirled with raw hatred. Grabbing a piece of the document, Oliver sneered at Tiana, "Such a pity, you thought you could seamlessly hide events from ten, even decades ago. But you didn’t anticipate that my methods would exceed yours, did you?"
He harshly grabbed her jaw, "Tiana White, you’ve lied to me for so many years. Did you know that Mia couldn’t even close her eyes when she died!"