See You Never, Mr. Lamont by Coral

Chapter 121 I’m Not Your Father

Claudia stood still and pointed at herself, saying, “I don’t need it, I’m not anyone to you guys…”

Even Rosalie left, what does this outsider have to listen to here?

However, Edmond ignored her and looked at Abel, pointing to the chair next to him.

Abel climbed up and placed his hands on his legs, looking timidly adorable.

Claudia chuckled softly.

One thing leads to another.

“You sit too,” Edmond glanced at her lightly.

Claudia simply sat on the edge of the bed, ready to “listen attentively”.

Edmond’s brows were clear and elegant, and his pitch-black eyes stared at Abel: “Abel, I was not your father.”

His tone was light, yet it carried a hint of restraint and melancholy.

Abel stood still, then pouted his lips as if he was about to cry.

Watching him fidget with his fingers, Edmond’s gaze was gentle and his tone unusually soft: “You are still a child of

the Lamont family, you should call me uncle.”

Claudia froze, her pupils slightly dilated.

She didn’t expect Abel to be Tristen’s child.

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Did he stay behind just to say this?

She looked at Edmond, and at that moment Edmond also looked at her. Their eyes met, and she felt a burning

flame in his eyes. It made her uncomfortable, so she instinctively looked away.

“What about my dad?” Abel asked.

Edmond’s suppressed voice was low and deep, “Your father went to a faraway place.”

“Did he die?”

Edmond was taken aback.

Abel’s face was extremely serious: “I know, adults say that those who go to faraway places and become stars are

just trying to comfort children, but in reality, those people are all dead and can never be seen again.”

Seeing a five-year-old child already having such a deep understanding of life and death, it not only made Edmond’s

heart ache, but Claudia’s as well.

The so-called understanding is mostly forced, because one has to repeatedly face reality and force oneself to grow

up.

As he spoke, tears the size of beans fell from Abel’s eyes.

Knowing is one thing, but being able to face it is another.

He didn’t know who his father was, but he knew that his father had already died.

Abel rubbed his eyes and walked up to Claudia. He bowed to her and said, “I’m sorry.”

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Edmond was not his own father, so Claudia was not the home wrecker, nor did she ruin his parents’ relationship.

His mother deceived him.

The photo of his father that his mother showed him was not actually his father, but his uncle.

Seeing his small face turn purple and white, Claudia’s mouth opened but no words came out.

She didn’t like Abel, not at all. But after all, he was just a five-year-old child, and such truth might be too cruel for

him.

The shattered hope can have a huge impact on a child, possibly affecting their entire life trajectory and leading

them astray.

Edmond also thought about this.

He patted Abel’s head and whispered, “Although I am not your father, you are still a child of the Lamont family.

Uncle will love you like a father in the future.”

Abel choked back a so b and sniffed, “But… I didn’t have a father anymore…”

Uncle is uncle, father is father.

Other children had fathers, but he no longer had a father.

Edmond’s pupils contracted, and a faint mist enveloped his pitch-black eyes, filled with sorrow and suppression.

Claudia remained silent and slowly turned her face

away.

The sentence “I no longer had a father” was like an accusation against fate, deafening, cruel and deeply painful.

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Perhaps Abel’s crying startled Rosalie. Unable to resist, Rosalie opened the door and saw Abel sobbing. She

immediately ran over and hugged him, saying, “Abel, Abel, what’s wrong? Don’t cry, Abel.”

She glared at Claudia with anger and was about to question her when Abel grabbed her hand, his little face serious.

“Mom, you’re a liar.”

Rosalie’s face froze for a moment, but quickly replaced it with a smile as she gently patted his back, “Abel, what are

you talking about…”

Abel pushed her away and glared at her angrily, “You liar, why did you say that uncle is my father? Uncle is not…”

With a loud “smack,” Rosalie slapped him hard.

Abel’s small body was repeatedly pushed back by the blows, and he sat down on the ground with a “bang”, his back

clothes torn open by the reinforced iron wire on the bed.

There was heating in the hospital, but Abel was wearing thin clothes, with large areas of his skin exposed. It was

bruised and even had some whip marks.

Claudia was terrified as she watched.

Edmond was full of anger on his face.

“Rosalie!”

When they could do such cruel things in front of them, they didn’t know how to treat Abel behind their backs.

Rosalie remained calm on her face, she knew that Edmond must have said something to Abel.

Even though she liked Edmond, she couldn’t help but complain at that

moment.

What does Abel understand? Why can’t he be a little more tolerant?

She walked up to Abel, crouched down, and looked at him coldly. “Abel, listen to me, no matter what others say,

your father is Edmond!”

Rosalie looked at Edmond with a cold expression and smiled brightly, “Edmond, Abel’s father should have lived

well…”

Edmond remained silent, and his stern face suddenly became unpleasant.

“You owed Abel a father.”

As Rosalie spoke, a layer of pain crawled into Edmond’s eyes.

Rosalie chuckled and patted Abel’s head, “Abel, no other children will ever tease you for not having a father

anymore. Edmond will be your father from now on, and no one can change that.”

Abel’s face turned pale and then green.

Before, when he didn’t know, he could still call him dad, but now that he knows, he is his uncle, how could he

possibly say it?

Seeing Rosalie forcefully pushing the child onto Edmond, Claudia immediately felt sympathy for him.

She looked at Edmond, his handsome face pale with sickness, his eyes tinged with a hint of depth, a sense of panic

and darkness.

She had seen various versions of him, most of the time he was indifferent and calm, rarely losing control.

And now, his eyes were tinged with blood, his expression almost manic, exuding a dangerous aura akin to an abyss.

From Rosalie’s words, she guessed that Tristen’s death must have been

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related to Edmond.

Claudia pursed her lips, intending to continue pretending to be invisible, but she couldn’t help feeling resentful.

Being forcefully burdened with a child like this, no one would feel good.

Claudia sneered with a light laugh, just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, “Forcing and insisting like

this, have you ever considered the feelings of the people involved?”

“Are you doing this just to satisfy your own desires?”

“Ms. Lloyd, there are some things that you can’t understand. I’m not forcing it on you. He will be Abel’s father from

now on, and no one can change that.”

A sinister smile crept onto Rosalie’s delicate cheeks, a hint of gloom flickering in her eyes, only to vanish in an

instant.

Claudia looked at Edmond, who lowered his eyes and did not argue.

Claudia furrowed her brows and suddenly a thought popped into her mind.

If she told Edmond that the baby in her belly was his…