Seven Years a Shadow: The Stand-In's Escape novel Chapter 53

I held back my sorrow and opened the chat history.

The conversation was filled with countless photos, over a thousand, all of them of Elon and the child.

I vaguely recalled when my son was born, I had suggested taking a family photo.

He casually dismissed me, saying, "little one is still so young, no need for a family photo. We can take one when he's older."

I naively thought he didn't like taking photos, so I only dared to sneak one while he was asleep, holding the baby beside him for a quick shot.

But now I realize, it wasn't that he didn't like photos.

He just didn't like my child.

My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the photos.

By chance, I came across a video sent the night before my son's birthday party.

My son was being pinned down and bullied by Eva's child.

In the video, Natalie's voice, full of resentment, could be heard crying out:

"Elon, Natalie's son fights back even though he's so small. When he grows up, who knows what he'll do to our child!"

"I'm so worried, what should we do?"

I trembled all over, almost dropping my phone.

My son hadn't done anything wrong, yet because of Eva's words, his life had been ruined.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the flood of hatred.

Such a man was filthy and disgussting. I didn't want him anymore.

My heart felt cold as I tossed the phone aside and called my senior, asking him to help me find a rehabilitation hospital.

By the time Elon returned to the room, I had already booked flights for me and the child for three days later.

He didn't notice my swollen, tear-streaked eyes, only grinning excitedly as he pulled me toward him.

"Natalie, tomorrow I want to hold a new birthday party for little one."

"I'll also announce that we're adopting a child. How about it?"

I froze for a moment, then remembered seeing a note in his phone's calendar.

Tomorrow was the birthday of his and Eva's child.

I said nothing, only nodding with a cold expression.

Since I was about to leave, I decided to say goodbye properly.

The next day, just before noon, as the luncheon was about to begin, Elon finally sent someone to pick me up from the hospital.

As soon as I entered the hotel, a scene in front of me pierced my eyes.

Eva, dressed in a high-end gown, was holding her child, greeting the guests alongside Elon.

And my little one was casually thrown on the floor, covered in dirt.

Elon didn't even glance at him.