Eugene's ashes were instantly submerged in the mango cake all over the floor. My Eugene shouldn't have died and been treated like this. Looking at the few ashes left, my eyes glazed over and blood gushed out of my mouth one after another.
Benedict was stunned by the way I spit out blood. The throbbing pain in his heart made him hastily squat down to check on me. But in the next second, his cell phone suddenly received a message:
[Mr. Benedict, we accidentally discovered that Eugene Mortimer is not your biological son.]
Benedict was stunned for a split second. He slapped me across the face.
“Rebecca, how dare you? Isn't it just that I asked you to donate a kidney, but you cheated on me and asked me to raise a bastard?”
I was slapped to the point of dizziness. My nose was bleeding.
On the other hand, Adelaide held him back hypocritically. “Benedict, don't fight like this. Marriage is a blessing for a husband and wife.”
Benedict shook off Adelaide's hand. He threw more punches on me.
Adelaide shouted, “No wonder you hid that bastard! It turns out you are really shameful, Benedict.”