Chapter 5

Alex sighed: "Fine. I admit defeat. I can marry you."

I froze. He looked at me:

"Christian, if that's your goal, then I can accept it.

"We can go get our marriage license right now. What do you think?"

I was left speechless for a moment.

"Although my heart most likely still won't be able to focus on you, I will do my best to fulfill a husband's responsibilities."

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Show him out."

"Christian!"

Alex frowned: "Must you make things difficult for Emilia, make things difficult for Juliet!"

I stared at him coldly: "Show him out!"

Alex was escorted out by my people with a look of disbelief.

I pinched the bridge of my nose: "If anyone else comes to see me, have them leave directly!"

But the next day, my subordinate came to report:

"Ms. Christian, there's a visitor outside who insists on seeing you.

"She says she's your mother."

After more than twenty years, my mother still looked at me with the same cold indifference.

Upon entering, she first looked around at my home environment.

She sneered:

"These twenty years, you've really held onto that grudge."

"If you have something to say, say it directly."

My mother looked at me:

"Lying low for twenty years, all for today, right?"

I frowned.

She stepped forward:

"You're my daughter.

"I understand you resent me."

After saying this, she stood in front of me and knelt down straight.

I stared at her in shock: "Mom?"

"If it will help you calm down, I can kneel before you.

"Christian." She looked at me: "I've always missed you."

My outstretched hand froze in midair. She stared straight at me with her eyes:

"What happened back then was all my choice.

"I won't regret it, but I will take responsibility.

"I apologize to you."

I looked at her with a bitter smile:

"For Emilia, you can actually go this far."

"Yes."

My outstretched hand slowly withdrew:

"Mom, I have a question I've never understood.

"Can you answer me?"

"What?"

"Why can you be a philanthropist renowned domestically and internationally, helping so many poor children."

My voice choked slightly: "But you're the only one unwilling to treat me fairly?"

Mom froze.

I looked at her with red eyes:

"I even secretly did a paternity test.

"I'm also your child, aren't I?"

Mom lowered her head.

"Mom, say something."

"I'm sorry."

She looked at me, her eyes extremely resolute:

"But I don't want Emilia to be unhappy."

I smiled. Just because she didn't want Emilia to be unhappy, I had to be unhappy?

My smile was full of mockery:

"Please get up.

"I can't forgive anyone."

"Christian!"

I didn't speak.

"Christian..."

She was almost pleading.

I stood by the window: "Show her out."

Mom looked at me with red eyes, her sorrow gradually turning to bitterness.

Finally, it became dissatisfaction, even resentment.

She slammed the door on her way out. I stood by the window watching her retreating figure.

I instructed:

"Organize a matchmaking event for Giovanni. No restrictions on wealth. Anyone with good character and appropriate age can attend.

Except for Juliet Samuel."