Chapter 121 Iâm Not Your Father
Claudia stood still and pointed at herself, saying, âI donât need it, Iâm not anyone to you guysâ¦â
Even Rosalie left, what does this outsider have to listen to here?
However, Edmond ignored her and looked at Abel, pointing to the chair next to him.
Abel climbed up and placed his hands on his legs, looking timidly adorable.
Claudia chuckled softly.
One thing leads to another.
âYou sit too,â Edmond glanced at her lightly.
Claudia simply sat on the edge of the bed, ready to âlisten attentivelyâ.
Edmondâs brows were clear and elegant, and his pitch-black eyes stared at Abel: âAbel, I was not your
father.â
His tone was light, yet it carried a hint of restraint and melancholy.
Abel stood still, then pouted his lips as if he was about to cry.
Watching him fidget with his fingers, Edmondâs gaze was gentle and his tone unusually soft: âYou are
still a child of the Lamont family, you should call me uncle.â
Claudia froze, her pupils slightly dilated.
She didnât expect Abel to be Tristenâs child.
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Did he stay behind just to say this?
She looked at Edmond, and at that moment Edmond also looked at her. Their eyes met, and she felt a
burning flame in his eyes. It made her uncomfortable, so she instinctively looked away.
âWhat about my dad?â Abel asked.
Edmondâs suppressed voice was low and deep, âYour father went to a faraway place.â
âDid he die?â
Edmond was taken aback.
Abelâs face was extremely serious: âI know, adults say that those who go to faraway places and
become stars are just trying to comfort children, but in reality, those people are all dead and can never
be seen again.â
Seeing a five-year-old child already having such a deep understanding of life and death, it not only
made Edmondâs heart ache, but Claudiaâs as well.
The so-called understanding is mostly forced, because one has to repeatedly face reality and force
oneself to grow up.
As he spoke, tears the size of beans fell from Abelâs eyes.
Knowing is one thing, but being able to face it is another.
He didnât know who his father was, but he knew that his father had already died.
Abel rubbed his eyes and walked up to Claudia. He bowed to her and said, âIâm sorry.â
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Edmond was not his own father, so Claudia was not the home wrecker, nor did she ruin his parentsâ
relationship.
His mother deceived him.
The photo of his father that his mother showed him was not actually his father, but his uncle.
Seeing his small face turn purple and white, Claudiaâs mouth opened but no words came out.
She didnât like Abel, not at all. But after all, he was just a five-year-old child, and such truth might be too
cruel for him.
The shattered hope can have a huge impact on a child, possibly affecting their entire life trajectory and
leading them astray.
Edmond also thought about this.
He patted Abelâs head and whispered, âAlthough I am not your father, you are still a child of the Lamont
family. Uncle will love you like a father in the future.â
Abel choked back a so b and sniffed, âBut⦠I didnât have a father anymoreâ¦â
Uncle is uncle, father is father.
Other children had fathers, but he no longer had a father.
Edmondâs pupils contracted, and a faint mist enveloped his pitch-black eyes, filled with sorrow and
suppression.
Claudia remained silent and slowly turned her face
away.
The sentence âI no longer had a fatherâ was like an accusation against fate, deafening, cruel and
deeply painful.
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Perhaps Abelâs crying startled Rosalie. Unable to resist, Rosalie opened the door and saw Abel
sobbing. She immediately ran over and hugged him, saying, âAbel, Abel, whatâs wrong? Donât cry,
Abel.â
She glared at Claudia with anger and was about to question her when Abel grabbed her hand, his little
face serious. âMom, youâre a liar.â
Rosalieâs face froze for a moment, but quickly replaced it with a smile as she gently patted his back,
âAbel, what are you talking aboutâ¦â
Abel pushed her away and glared at her angrily, âYou liar, why did you say that uncle is my father?
Uncle is notâ¦â
With a loud âsmack,â Rosalie slapped him hard.
Abelâs small body was repeatedly pushed back by the blows, and he sat down on the ground with a
âbangâ, his back clothes torn open by the reinforced iron wire on the bed.
There was heating in the hospital, but Abel was wearing thin clothes, with large areas of his skin
exposed. It was bruised and even had some whip marks.
Claudia was terrified as she watched.
Edmond was full of anger on his face.
âRosalie!â
When they could do such cruel things in front of them, they didnât know how to treat Abel behind their
backs.
Rosalie remained calm on her face, she knew that Edmond must have said something to Abel.
Even though she liked Edmond, she couldnât help but complain at that
moment.
What does Abel understand? Why canât he be a little more tolerant?
She walked up to Abel, crouched down, and looked at him coldly. âAbel, listen to me, no matter what
others say, your father is Edmond!â
Rosalie looked at Edmond with a cold expression and smiled brightly, âEdmond, Abelâs father should
have lived wellâ¦â
Edmond remained silent, and his stern face suddenly became unpleasant.
âYou owed Abel a father.â
As Rosalie spoke, a layer of pain crawled into Edmondâs eyes.
Rosalie chuckled and patted Abelâs head, âAbel, no other children will ever tease you for not having a
father anymore. Edmond will be your father from now on, and no one can change that.â
Abelâs face turned pale and then green.
Before, when he didnât know, he could still call him dad, but now that he knows, he is his uncle, how
could he possibly say it?
Seeing Rosalie forcefully pushing the child onto Edmond, Claudia immediately felt sympathy for him.
She looked at Edmond, his handsome face pale with sickness, his eyes tinged with a hint of depth, a
sense of panic and darkness.
She had seen various versions of him, most of the time he was indifferent and calm, rarely losing
control.
And now, his eyes were tinged with blood, his expression almost manic, exuding a dangerous aura akin
to an abyss.
From Rosalieâs words, she guessed that Tristenâs death must have been
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related to Edmond.
Claudia pursed her lips, intending to continue pretending to be invisible, but she couldnât help feeling
resentful.
Being forcefully burdened with a child like this, no one would feel good.
Claudia sneered with a light laugh, just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, âForcing and
insisting like this, have you ever considered the feelings of the people involved?â
âAre you doing this just to satisfy your own desires?â
âMs. Lloyd, there are some things that you canât understand. Iâm not forcing it on you. He will be Abelâs
father from now on, and no one can change that.â
A sinister smile crept onto Rosalieâs delicate cheeks, a hint of gloom flickering in her eyes, only to
vanish in an instant.
Claudia looked at Edmond, who lowered his eyes and did not argue.
Claudia furrowed her brows and suddenly a thought popped into her mind.
If she told Edmond that the baby in her belly was hisâ¦