"There is nothing more for to say on this matter. Unless she realizes her mistakes and decides to sincerely correct them, our mother-son relationship can’t go back to how it was before,"
He asserted, one word at a ti, "I could compromise on anything, but not on this issue."
He compromised once before.
That one ti was when he gave Lady Octavia an opportunity.
Surprisingly, Lady Octavia didn’t improve her behavior, but beca even more excessive.
She hurt Aria when she was still pregnant with her child.
When he thought about the slap that Aria endured, and how she sobbed pitifully in his arms, Brandon Heath’s face beca increasingly gloomy. "She didn’t just hurt Aria once. If I compromise and forgive her again this ti, she might beco even more ruthless in the future."
"On the day when Aria and I went to register for our wedding, I promised to protect her and not let her suffer any grievances. I already broke one promise to her, I can’t disappoint her again."
"So, grandma..."
The handso and noble man’s gaze was as dark as ink, resolute in his depth. "Let’s not talk about this anymore. I know what to do."
Madam Heath fell silent for a mont.
"Ah, alright," she sighed softly, "It’s about ti your mother faced so cold shouldering. Aria was wronged this ti, you should comfort her. By the way, did you have a doctor examine her? Is the baby in her stomach alright?"
"Don’t worry, grandma, both Aria and the baby are fine."
"That’s good." Madam Heath nodded. "Nothing should happen to the baby in Aria’s belly. Brandon, let ask you one last ti, is your main reason for withdrawing from the General Election really not because of Aria?"
"It’s not," Brandon Heath replied without hesitation, "It has sothing to do with her, but she is not the main reason. I had considered withdrawing even before I t her. Even without her, I would make the sa decision."
"You’re not lying to , are you?"
Brandon Heath looked straight at Madam Heath: "No."
"Alright. I’m tired, I need to rest for a while, you go to Aria."
*
As he left Madam Heath’s room, Brandon Heath quietly closed the door.
In fact, just now, he lied to Madam Heath.
He also lied to Aria.
The main reason, of course, was because of her.
Everything else was secondary and of little relevance.
But he couldn’t tell the truth.
If he did, Madam Heath would definitely have a prejudice against Aria.
And Aria herself would feel guilty for this.
So he lied.
He used to despise lies.
But now, he had beco a man who could lie without blinking an eye.
Brandon Heath returned to his bedroom.
Aria was leaning against the head of the bed, covered with a blanket, her eyes closed as if she was asleep.
He tiptoed to her bedside.
The girl who had been asleep suddenly opened her eyes.
"Brandon, you’re back."
Aria’s eyes were misty, her voice was drowsy and full of sleepiness.
She had fallen asleep just now, only it wasn’t a deep sleep, she was in a half-awake, half-asleep state.
So when she heard Brandon’s footsteps, she woke up.
"Yes, I am back," Brandon Heath sat down beside the bed, gently stroked her head, and pulled the fallen blanket tightly over her. He asked gently, "Did I wake you?"
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