Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 301: My Son

"Master, a woman has been spotted around the manor several times now, it’s seems to us that she’s been following...you."

The previous day, the Black Thorn Manor’s head of security had reported this to Andrew.

Upon hearing that the person had been following him, a furrow showed on Andrew’s dark brows.

"Who is she?" Andrew asked.

"Her exact identity is still unknown, but we’ve confirmed by the bodyguards with mistress that this woman isn’t only seen around the manor, but anywhere else as long as you’re there. She was spotted several days outside Sterling Enterprises watching your car, she was also spotted at a restaurant where you were having a meeting a few days ago. The guards say she seems to pose no threat to either mistress or yourself, and she slips away before they can catch her everytime, but we got some pictures from cameras around the town, though we don’t have her face yet, we’ll be sending these in to an intelligence agency to scan out exactly who she is."

Andrew listened to the man’s report quietly with a thoughtful look in his eyes as he looked down at the photographs, the woman in the pictures had her face concealed so it was impossible to decipher her identity.

At first he would have thought it was someone trying to cause Anne harm again, but it didn’t seem to be the case since this person was tailing him instead. A threat to himself was nothing he couldn’t handle, but what he absolutely couldn’t stand was if the threat chose to go for his wife.

"Double the security around my wife, I don’t want her to know she has heavy security around her so instruct them to be discreet. Find this said woman and bring her to me." Andrew had instructed.

"Yes, master."

After the security told him of this, Andrew had gotten alert, and sure enough the next time he was out, he had felt a sharp gaze on himself the moment he alighted his car.

When Andrew looked around, his gaze locked on a car in the far away distance, that car had been parked but immediately his sights locked on it, it started to drive away, but his sharp gaze had caught something before it could flee. Someone.

A woman with a very familiar face. The face that had haunted him his whole life, the face that had made him feel unworthy for the longest time.

Perhaps he found it too hard to believe, so he had dismissed it as his own imagination.

Andrea Walters, his own mother. There was no way it could have been her.

However, here at his birthday celebration, the woman who walked into his home was none other than her. The person supposed to be his mother.

Every muscle in Andrew’s body stiffened.

He hadn’t seen this woman in fifteen years now, fifteen long years since she has last said to him,

’...sorry kid, I don’t have a son.’

That memory was a constant that would repeatedly play in his mind, in all those years and his hatred for her had grown.

She approached him with slow, steps now, carefully with tears in her eyes but her tears didn’t cause a single reaction within him. Her face was etched with a lifetime of regrets and a nervous desperate hope.

So it was her, she was the one following him these past few days.

Why did she return?

What did she want from him?

Had he been right? That someday she would come back, someday she would regret, someday she would realize that the son she had left behind had become powerful and unbeatable.

Though he had thought she would return, he never knew how he would feel if the day arrived. In the past he might have thought he would feel nothing but indifference, but in this present moment, he felt nothing at all, absolutely nothing.

"My son..." The words burst out of her lips like a broken sob and the nothingness in Andrew’s heart dissipated.

It felt like Andrew’s whole life had stopped.

The words she said hit him like a bomb and his fists slowly clenched so tightly.

Every molecule of warmth was instantly sucked into a vacuum, the relaxed man who showed traces of a changed warmth and liveliness was completely gone. His face, just a moment ago was soft, warm and doting to his wife however the person that stood there now was the ever cold and emotionally detached man.

"Andrew?" Anne’s voice called softly when she felt the waves of chaos that churned in Andrew’s dark silence.

He didn’t look at her despite hearing her call his name, and Anne moved to wrap her hand around his clenched fist feeling how rigidly every vein stood on end.

"Andrew." She called again and he seemed to break out of whatever spell that he’d been caught in this very moment.

When he looked sideways to Anne, the rage in his eyes hadn’t completely dissipated.

"Andrew, this is..." Anne wanted to start talking but he cut her off,

"I know who she is." He said rigidly before turning his head to the woman.

"Security. Now!" He instructed to any of the staff who were close by.

Anne knew he was going to mercilessly send his mother away without hearing a word of what she had to say, so she quickly stepped in front of him.

"Andrew, please." Anne pleaded, hoping he would listen to her.

She knew this wasn’t the perfect place or time to do this, but she had thought that softening all his hard edges and the way he’d been happy earlier would make it easier to make him understand.

"She just wants to talk to you, to see you. Please, even for a few minutes, hear her out."

Anne had expected this reaction from Andrew, maybe if she were in his shoes, she would have felt the same way.

But as he heard Anne’s plea, his head snapped towards her, a look of confusion crossed his face at first before it changed to realization and a sharp look of betrayal that brought a devastating ache into Anne’s chest.

"You brought her here?" His voice had taken on a low, vibrating tone that would make fear train down anyone’s spine.