Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 496

In this world, anyone could betray Timothy. But, as his mother, Agatha could never be one of them, no matter what. Everything was supposed to be his, including all of her and Magnus‘ love.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Agatha pushed down the rising pan in her chest.

Just as she was about to urge Irvin to hurry up and drink the chicken soup, he suddenly asked, “Why did you switch me for the Sawyers‘ daughter at birth, Agatha?”

Irvin also wanted to know why she only ever wished him dead when he was just as much her biological son as Timothy, but he kept this question to himself.

He had never cared about Agatha. In fact, he was perfectly willing to die by her hand.

But then, he recalled how strongly my parents despised me and only loved Julianne. He also thought about how his birth mother only ever wanted him dead. So, he couldn’t resist asking.

Irvin wanted to understand. How could a parent treat their own child like this? What had he or I ever done to be treated this way by our parefits?

Agatha was stunned. She hadn’t expected him to ask her something like that. When she snapped out of it, she instinctively wanted to lie and say she hadn’t done it intentionally, that the babies had been swapped by accident.

But before she could answer, Irvin cut her off coldly. “You’d better tell the truth. Otherwise, I’ll tell Magnus you’re trying to kill me again. I’m sure this time he’ll send you straight to the psychiatric hospital.”

Not giving Agatha a chance to respond, he added, “Let me guess. This time, the poison in the soup is triggered by your perfume?

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Irvin might not have any medicinal knowledge, but he was sharp.

The scent Agatha was wearing today was something he had never smelled on her before. For her to suddenly wear it while serving him this bowl of chicken soup, it could only mean there was something amiss about it.

Agatha’s heart beat violently. She stared at Irvin, speechless. She never imagined he would see through her plan. Not only did he know there was something wrong with the chicken soup, but he also knew exactly what was off about it.

She was in disbelief. If it wasn’t for the fact that only she knew the truth, she might have even suspected there was a traitor in her midst, that Irvin only knew because someone had tipped him off.

However, Agatha was the only one who knew. And the more she stared at Irvin, the more terrifying she found him.

Before she could even spring her trap, he had seen right through something that only she knew. This was a plan she had convinced herself was flawless.

Pointing at him, Agatha’s hand trembled uncontrollably as she said, “You really are a fiend! A demon!”

She was even more convinced that Irvin was the devil who had destroyed her beloved son. She believed he was a monster who would ruin not only her but the entire Hardwell family.

If you looked at it from a certain perspective, Agatha wasn’t wrong

Except, it was the Hardwells who had been in the wrong from the start. They were the ones who had pushed Irvin to the point of wanting to take her and the Hardwell family down.

Irvin studied at Agatha. She was his birth mother, yet she wished him–her own flesh and blood–dead. He took in how she was accusing him of being a demon who wished her ill.

And no matter how hard he tried to hold it in, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing. It was bitter and hollow.

He was laughing at himself for asking such a dumb question.

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