That phrase—that she had her fun and got bored of sleeping with him—stabbed fiercely into Edmond's heart.
In his entire life, Sheila was the absolute first person who dared to speak to him with such blatant disrespect.
He stared at her, his eyes glacial. "I really should let your boyfriend see what you're actually like under that mask. At least he'd be prepared for the day you get bored of sleeping with him and brutally dump him."
"Don't worry about us, we're doing great!" Sheila fired back, her anger compounding by the second. "I'll say it one more time—I had no idea Tilly was your daughter! If I had known, I never would have..."
When it came to the child, she couldn't bring herself to say anything overly cruel.
Because she really did love Tilly.
But who could have ever guessed she was Edmond's daughter?
She had actually grown attached to the child Edmond and Jewel created together...
The realization finally settled over Sheila like a heavy, suffocating blanket.
The only emotions left welling up inside her were a bitter, overwhelming ache and utter helplessness.
The child was entirely innocent, but things were what they were. Sheila had her own boundaries.
No matter how deeply she adored Tilly, she could never allow herself to see the little girl again.
She looked up, meeting Edmond's eyes. "Don't worry. I won't see her again."
Without another word, Sheila turned and walked away.
Edmond's heart clenched violently. He called out, "Sheila Jensen!"
Her footsteps faltered for a second.
But she didn't turn back, and she didn't speak.
Watching her walk away, Edmond's jaw clamped tight, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply in his throat.
A second later, he spun around, got into his car, and left.
Sheila quickly hailed a cab. Sitting in the backseat, she pinched the bridge of her nose.
The foul mood she had woken up with had been entirely cured by Tilly.
But now... now she felt worse than ever.
How had she not realized that Tilly was Edmond and Jewel's daughter?
Honestly, Tilly didn't look like Edmond, and she certainly didn't look like Jewel.
So the thought had naturally never even crossed her mind.
Edmond was buried in work every day, and Jewel was already pregnant with her second child.

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