Chapter 1984
Maurice’s view of Franklin, once full of admiration, had shifted over the years—first to equality, then to thinking he was nothing special, and now to outright disdain.
He was no longer that naive rich scion from years ago. Back then, as the proud heir of the Driscoll family, Maurice roamed the martial world and fell for Mia, a beautiful woman with exceptional skills.
At the time, Mia, dressed in flowing white, was seen as the perfect match for Franklin. He was handsome, talented, and admired by all. Yet Maurice, with the Driscoll family’s wealth and influence, managed to win her over, defeating Franklin in a way only money and status could.
Maurice had felt pretty smug about it back then, thinking to himself that even though Franklin was handsome and incredibly skilled in martial arts, Mia had still ended up in Maurice’s hands.
Franklin might have been impressive, but Maurice believed he was the greater man. With Scarlett’s revelation, he finally understood the bitter truth: Mia and Franklin had been playing him from the very start.
What made it even more infuriating was that he had devoted himself entirely to Mia all these years. He had been cold and distant toward all other women, giving her his complete and genuine love, and it had all been wasted on a bitch.
Despite his overwhelming rage, Maurice was incredibly good at controlling himself. After all, anyone who wanted to accomplish great things had to learn to be patient.
Maurice was determined to wait until Franklin had helped the Driscoll family deal with Andrew before he made his move. In his heart, he already planned that when the time came, he would make sure Franklin suffered unimaginably, even chopping off his manhood.
As for his Mia, that bitch who loved making him a fool, he would make sure she became the town whore before she died.
Just as he was seething with these vengeful thoughts, Mia coincidentally walked in carrying a tray.
“Honey, I made you some peach cobbler. Have some before you get back to work.”
Mia was dressed in a white dress that made her look elegant and refined. Though no longer young, her face was flawless, without a single wrinkle, and she carried herself with the refined grace of someone raised in a powerful family.
Maurice kept his expression cold. “Put it down and leave. Don’t get in my way.”
The icy tone caught Mia off guard, and she let out a sharp laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean? I take the time to care for you, and you give me that attitude? Fine! Eat it or don’t, I don’t care!”
She slammed the peach cobbler down on the table and stormed out of the room in a fiery display of temper.
This was not really surprising, considering that Mia had held the position of the lady of the house in the Driscoll family all these years. Since she had always been Maurice’s favorite, having a big temper and an arrogant personality was pretty much inevitable.
However, the main reason for her privileged status was that Mia had given Maurice a precious son, Joe.
Joe was the Driscoll family’s greatest prodigy, with martial arts talent that even surpassed Scarlett’s.
As long as Joe was given the space and time to grow, he would undoubtedly lead the Driscoll family to even greater heights in the future. Everyone in the Driscoll family, including Maurice himself, believed this wholeheartedly.
Yet, right now, Maurice wanted nothing more than to chase after Mia and kill her on the spot.
That bitch had made all of his love for her a complete waste!
Even worse, Maurice was now consumed by a terrible suspicion that was eating away at him. It was like a sharp thorn had suddenly grown deep in his heart, constantly stabbing and causing him pain. He could not stop wondering whether Joe was actually his son or not.
He silently cursed, ‘Damn it! I have to find out the truth!’