He Kicked An Elderly Woman, But His Wife Saw The Spilled Apples
Previously: When Edward violently kicked an old woman outside the maternity ward, he thought he saved his reputation. But the spilled apples revealed a dark secret.
The Spilled Secrets
Ignoring the nurse's protests, Clara handed her baby to the midwife and rushed out into the hallway. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she confronted her husband. Edward immediately changed his demeanor, his face softening into a mask of false concern as he tried to wrap his arms around her.
"Clara, darling, go back inside! This crazy beggar was trying to sneak into your room. I was only protecting our son," Edward lied smoothly, his voice dripping with synthetic warmth.
But Clara wasn't listening. She looked down at the elderly woman, Beatrice, who was trembling on the cold tiles, trying to gather the scattered apples. Among the bright red fruit, something else had rolled out of the torn paper bag—a tarnished, silver baby rattle. Clara’s breath hitched. She recognized that rattle. It was identical to the one in the only childhood photograph Edward possessed, a photo he claimed was taken in an orphanage before he was adopted by a wealthy family.
Clara knelt beside the weeping woman, ignoring Edward's sharp command to step away. With trembling fingers, Clara picked up the silver rattle. Engraved on the handle was a name: "Edward." She looked up at Beatrice, whose eyes were filled with tears and a deep, maternal sorrow.
"Who are you?" Clara whispered, her voice shaking.
Beatrice looked at Edward, who stood frozen, the color rapidly draining from his face. The aristocratic facade he had spent years building was beginning to crumble. Beatrice wiped a tear from her weathered cheek and spoke with a voice full of heartbreak.
"I am his mother, dear," Beatrice sobbed. "I only wanted to give my grandson the only precious thing I had left."
”"I only wanted to give my grandson the only precious thing I had left."