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What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger novel Chapter 37

Summary for Chapter 37: What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger

Chapter 37 – A Turning Point in What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger by IceCola

In this chapter of What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger, IceCola introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 37 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Internet genre.

Leon's appearance echoed his father's.

He gave me a contemptuous once-over. "God, you're a mess."

Then he turned to Hudson, hand extended expectantly.

"Dad, about those birthday presents you promised when Mom and I got back?"

"Eighteen in two days. Last year I got ninety-nine presents. Let's make it an even hundred this time."

Hudson ignored Leon's insult toward me, ruffling his hair with indulgent affection.

"Of course."

He pulled out the protection pendant, carefully placing it around Leon's neck with a tenderness he'd never shown Noah.

As if that wasn't enough, Hudson snapped his fingers.

A fleet of sports cars in garish colors rolled up outside the funeral home.

"All yours, son. Know how much you love making a statement."

Valeria wrinkled her nose playfully, wrapping herself around Hudson's arm.

"Hey, what about mama? Don't tell me the boy's your favorite now, hmm?"

Hudson tweaked her nose with a grin. "As if I could forget you."

On cue, a parade of people emerged from the cars, carrying dozens of jewelry sets. Each piece was museum-worthy, including one that had belonged to European royalty.

Valeria kissed his cheek, playing the eternal ingenue.

"Oh my god, aren't these from that royal auction in Europe? Each set worth millions!"

“Ugh, why'd you drag yourself to this depressing thing? You should be at your place of it, not this waste of time.Come on, I've got you."

Without even a glance at his dead son's ashes, he carried Valeria away.

I lifted Noah's urn alone, ignoring the whispers and stares.

It's okay, baby. If Daddy doesn't love you, Mommy always will.

Before I could place the urn in its niche, Leon deliberately slammed into me. The urn shattered, scattering Noah's ashes across the ground.

"Watch it, would you? This suit's one-of-a-kind from Dad. If that dead kid's ashes mess it up, you can't touch the cleaning bill."

"God, this is gross."

He pulled out a water bottle filled with cigarette butts, smirking. "Here, use this for the little accident. See? I can be nice."

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