Chapter 212

“Son? So they are right? You are free!” He spoke in faint whispers of her painful sobs.

“Don’t son me, Hellen!”

Hellen?

She could not even meet her son’s gaze. Pain cut through her fresh and bones in a way it had never done before. The son she gave birth to and nursed through all the toils and challenges, now could not even give the mere respect of addressing her as she merited.

Ejay stood before his mother, the air thick with tension, emotions swirling within him like a tempest. For years, he had carried the weight of unrequited banging questions that never allowed him to rest even a single day. The burden of the painful past is shrouded in deep secrecy and deceit. Now, facing her, his heart pounded with a mix of anger, hurt, and the burning desire for the truth. After learning the truth by himself, he had not had the courage to face her, but that day had dared to. Not even after finding the truth about his real identity was he able to sleep at peace. That p