Jarvis remained silent, and the room was enveloped in a deathly hush.

Suddenly, a tender cry reached my ears. I turned to see Lucas’s face flushed red from crying.

“Mommy, don’t you want me anymore? It hurts,” he pouted, reaching out for me to hold him.

Over the past two years, Lucas, who had been spoiled rotten by the Walker family, had become incredibly delicate. For his future, I had to play the role of the strict mother.

Because of my sternness, he had repeatedly declared that I was the person he disliked the most.

Perhaps sensing my coldness, this was the first time Lucas refused to be held by...