Chapter 79 The Woman You’re Referring to Is Not My Mother
His voice was cold and distant, sending a pang of loneliness through Henry’s heart.
“Blake, no matter what, I’m still your father. Can’t you at least show me a little warmth?”
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Blake didn’t want to keep Caroline waiting, and he was not interested in continuing this conversation either. “If there’s nothing important, I’ll take my leave
He turned to walk away, but Henry hurriedly stepped in front of him. “Wait! There’s something I need to tell you.”
Blake’s tone remained indifferent. “What is it?”
Henry said, “Your mom has arranged for you to meet the Bloom family’s daughter tomorrow. Just go and see her–she’s a really good match.”
At those words, a shadow of anger flickered in Blake’s eyes. “I’ve told you countless times–my mother died when I was a child. The woman you’re referring to is not my mother.”
There was a time when he had called her “Mom,” for many years.
But later, he discovered that the car accident back then had not been an accident at all–it had been orchestrated by that woman.
Her goal? To kill both him and his birth mother.
How could he possibly forgive the woman who murdered his mother and still call her “Mom“?
Henry sighed helplessly. “Even if Shania isn’t your birth mother, she still raised you. Now she’s so worried. about your marriage that her hair’s turned white. What’s the harm in calling her ‘Mom‘?”
At the mention of Shania raising him, Blake’s expression darkened further.
“What kind of ‘raising‘ was it when she spent every moment trying to kill me?”
He had been born overseas, back when their family of three had been happy.
But his father had always refused to bring him and his mother home.
As a woman, his mother couldn’t help but grow suspicious.
So, she secretly followed his father back with young Blake in tow.
Only to discover that his father was already married.
Heartbroken by the betrayal and consumed by guilt toward his father’s first wife, she quietly prepared to leave with Blake.
But on their way back abroad, their car “mysteriously” crashed.
His mother died protecting him.
And he only survived because a little girl had called for help in time.
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After uncovering the truth–that the accident had been arranged by that woman–Blake began recalling other near–fatal incidents from his childhood. They were probably orchestrated by that woman.
It wasn’t until he grew older and his grandfather handed the company over to him that she finally backed off, no longer daring to harm him.
Henry had heard this accusation many times before, yet he still refused to believe it.
“Shania is a kind woman. She’s always treated you as her own–she would never want to hurt you. How can someone running such a large company be so blind to the truth?”
Blake had no interest in wasting more time on this..
Glancing at his watch, he realized he’d been here for over ten minutes. He wondered if Caroline was doing alright inside.
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Henry called after him, “Are you refusing to meet the girl from the Bloom family because of that young woman you were with earlier?”
At Blake’s age, he should’ve had children by now.
Yet he kept rejecting every arranged meeting.
At one point, Henry had even wondered if there was something wrong with Blake–physically or mentally.
But seeing him arm–in–arm with that girl just now, so intimate…
He had a new theory: Blake already had someone he liked.
Blake finally stopped at those words, turning back with a gaze so sharp it could cut. “She’s just a friend. And I strongly advise you not to involve her in any of this.”
With that, he left for good.
Henry knew his son too well to believe his claim.
In all these years, Blake had hardly kept any friends, let alone female ones.
That girl was definitely more than she seemed.
If she were some wealthy heiress, he wouldn’t have minded.
But he’d seen photos of every eligible young woman in Kingville’s high society–and that girl wasn’t one of them.
She was probably just another gold–digger trying to marry into wealth.
He would never allow such a scheming woman to tarnish their family name.
In the banquet hall, Caroline was picking fruit from the buffet when a familiar voice rang out behind her.
“Caroline? What are you doing here?”
It was Edwin.
She turned toward the vote.
Not far away, Edwin, Alaina, and Helen were walking toward her.
Small world. Of all the places to run into them…
“I’m here for the same reason as you are, she replied fly, turning back to her fruit.
