Chapter 648. I’m Your Son, Not Your Pawn

A sharp sound echoed through the room. Michael’s face burned with the sting of his mother’s slap, a red imprint blazing across his cheek. He froze, staring at her in shock as she lifted her hand again.

"Am I not speaking the truth?" he asked bitterly.

"How dare you talk to me like that?" Miranda’s hand shook, but this time she let it fall. The fury in her eyes flickered, clouded by grief and regret. She had lost control. She had struck her own son.

Yet Michael’s words cut deep. They were full of pain, but true. After all these years, she still held onto the past, the betrayal, the loss, the scar Sophia’s mother had left on her heart. How could she ever accept Sophia?

"Mom, you know it…" Michael gave a bitter laugh, pressing his hand to his throbbing cheek. "You’re right about one thing, I think Sophia is incredible. And if I ever marry, it’ll be her."

His eyes blazed with resentment. "Even without the Hayes name, I’ve built something real. I stand on