Chapter 254

However, Rosalie had already decided to secretly have this child no

matter what. She was determined to give her child all her love, and never let him grow up feeling

neglected.

But now, a new fear crept into her heart: Would her child resent her one day? Would her child

blame her for bringing him into a broken, family?

Rosalie’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she

clutched the fabric of her dress tightly. She was so anxious, she didn’t. even notice Wesley

trembling with anger.

Slap!

Before anyone could react, Wesley struck Theodore hard across the face. The sound echoed in the

room, making Rosalie’s heart jolt. She rushed forward, spreading her arms to shield Theodore.

“Dad, please, let’s talk this out! Don’t use violence!” she cried.

Sometimes, the more guilty a person felt, the louder and angrier they become. Wesley seemed to fit

this mold perfectly. His fury was intense, but so was his guilt. After hitting Theodore, he immediately

felt regret.

Theodore’s cheek burned from the slap. He lifted his hand and gently pressed it against his face, a

cold, mocking smile forming at his lips. His eyes flashed with derision as he glared at Wesley.

Grabbing Rosalie’s hand, Theodore pulled her back behind him, protecting her once more. He let

out a bitter laugh.

“Go ahead, hit me again. Beat me until I’m covered in blood, just like Grandma did. I’m the most

ungrateful one in the family. I’ve

disappointed Grandma, you, and Rose. I’m nothing but an extra burden!”

Theodore’s voice was filled with pain, his deep black eyes glistening with unshed tears, and his

forehead was damp with cold sweat. He had been enduring the pain to speak with them.

Rosalie clung to Theodore’s arm, feeling his body tremble. Her worry grew, and she said urgently,

“Stop saying that. Nobody thinks you’re a burden. You are an essential part of the family. Don’t think

like that!“,

Theodore turned around with a helpless smile tugging at his lips. “I only make everyone sad and

angry. How am I not a burden?”

He gently shook off her hand.

‘Sometimes I wonder, what was the point of my birth? Did I bring joy to my parents? Did I improve

their relationship? No, my birth only made things worse. My father didn’t love my mother, and he

didn’t, want me. And after my mother insisted on having me, she suffered alone. Every time she

looked at me, it was like seeing the man who hurt her. So she avoided me.”

Sydney looked pained, as if she wanted to say something. Yet, no words came out. It was as if

anything she said would be wrong. Wesley saw the sorrow in his wife’s expression, and his heart

shattered.

So, all his anger turned towards Theodore.

“Theodore, you’re the only son of the Spencer family in your generation! You have everything you

wanted since you were a child, and your family is wealthy beyond imagination. What more could

you want? What are you complaining about now? Your life is something ninety–nine percent of the

world can only dream of! No wonder your grandmother wants to beat you! I think you deserve it!”

“Enough!” Suddenly, Sydney grabbed Wesley and slapped him hard.

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The crisp sound of the slap made Rosalie jump, clutching Theodore’s clothes tightly. She couldn’t

believe Sydney had just hit Wesley.

Wesley seemed equally surprised, holding his face in shock as he looked at his wife.

Sydney turned away, staring at her trembling hand, which then clenched into a fist. She lifted her

head, her gaze filled with a mix of sorrow and indignation as she looked at everyone.