Chapter 268: Nathan’s suspicion
Nathan’s hands curled into fists on his knees. He hadn’t known. A flush of guilt and anger crept into his face. "I... I’m sorry," he muttered tightly, lowering his head with shame. "I didn’t know she said that. Megan has been pampered all her life. She never really understood how her words could hurt someone—"
"I don’t care if she is pampered, spoiled, or completely unhinged," Anne cut in sharply. "That’s your problem. Your family’s problem. I’m just glad I’m not part of it. Because if I were, I’d be forced to deal with yet another insecure, resentful woman lashing out at me for simply existing."
Her words struck with quiet, measured fury.
Nathan sat frozen, stunned into silence, fully grasping that Anne was drawing a comparison between Megan and the women who had tormented her life—Lorie and Patricia. That realization deepened his shame.
But beyond the sting of her words, another, more persistent feeling swelled in him, an ache he couldn’t ignore. As he kept looking at her, her features, her fire, even her stubborn pride, all reminded him of his mother. That quiet connection, that inexplicable pull—how could it be false?
His instincts screamed louder than any logic: ’This woman is Raya. She is my sister.’
But the DNA test had said otherwise.
Anne’s sharp voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts. "I made myself clear," she said coolly, folding her arms. "You can leave now. And don’t appear here again. My husband won’t like it."
Her tone left no room for argument. Nathan stood up slowly, trying to compose himself. He offered a faint nod. "I understand. I promise, you won’t be bothered by me or my family again. Thank you for letting me in and speaking to me, even when you didn’t have to."