Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1166

Chapter 1166: He’s not your son

Naylani had had her ups and downs, and Enzo was aware that his wife had been struggling with health issues. She hadn’t been herself lately, and her mental health had slowly declined on top of her asthma. Despite that, Enzo believed in his wife.

He believed that his wife would never do anything to hurt their son. Zoren, after all, was their son—a fruit of their love. Hurting Zoren was not something Naylani, the woman Enzo fell in love with, would do. There was no way she would do that... or so he thought.

"Naylani, were you the one who... hurt our Renren?"

The second those words left Enzo’s mouth, he could’ve sworn he heard his world crumble. Deep in his heart, he wished that wasn’t the case. He deeply wished that this time, she wouldn’t answer.

But alas...

Naylani suddenly grabbed his arms tightly. "He would hurt me," she whispered, shaking her head. "He cannot live, Enzo."

Enzo almost couldn’t breathe upon hearing that. Naylani didn’t answer him, but that alone was enough to know that his wife had hurt their son — their flesh and blood.

"He’s the one who started that fire and he wants to kill us all!" she added, despite her injury aching from adrenaline. "Please, Enzo, listen to me. That boy... he can’t live. If he did, he would kill me! He’s the one who made me sick!"

Naylani turned to the door before setting her eyes back on him. "Where is he?"

"Naylani." Enzo pressed his mouth into a thin line, peeling her hands from his arms, his eyes on her. "You’re... still sick."

"No! Listen to me. That boy — that demon—"

"Enough!" Enzo hissed through his gritted teeth, but even with the swelling emotions in his chest, he tried to lower her hand gently. "Please, Naylani, enough with this now, okay?"

He squeezed her hand, almost begging. "I beg you. Enough."

A part of his heart wanted to believe that what she was saying was simply part of her hallucinations. He was hopeful that once she was a little better, he could ask her again, and she would tell him that she didn’t remember any of this.

Or better yet, he wished this was all just a bad dream, and once he woke up, he would sigh in relief. Quite wishful thinking, but that was all he could think of to salvage this family.

Sadly, this nightmare was, in fact, a reality.

A reality he had to live; a reality where he had to choose between his wife and son. Two of the most important people in his life. A reality he didn’t see coming when he married her.

"Just rest first, okay?" he hummed, trying to lay her down with his hands on her shoulders. "Let’s talk tomorrow. For now, rest."

Bitterness filled Naylani’s face as she studied his expression. She knew he didn’t believe her, and she knew he wouldn’t. Otherwise, Naylani would’ve told him that Zoren was possessed by a devil. That Zoren was not just a little boy with exceptional thinking.

Zoren was calculative and manipulative; he lacked remorse and sympathy. And that he was using his young age to conceal his schemes.

Days later...

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