Ex-Husband’s Regret Barren Mommy Has Quadruplets By Dolly Molly

A cold glint reflected off Christopher's glasses. As his emotional wounds were painfully laid bare, a savage, beast-like bloodlust surfaced within him. The shame, frustration, and vulnerability stirred up something within him.

"Bella... I know you hate me, but you can't accuse me like this..." His voice wavered between defensiveness and desperation.

"Accuse you? Christopher, you really are out of your mind! If you dared to do it, why can't you admit it?" Bella stared at his pale, sinister face with nothing but searing hatred.

"Mrs. Iverson's condition seemed to have gotten worse because of my words, but when she convulsed and foamed at the mouth, I knew something was wrong! You once mentioned that your mother had a weak heart, but when I checked her pupils and pulse, it wasn't consistent with a heart attack or even epilepsy! Later, her skin developed red blotches, and now, given your behavior, I have every reason to believe that she was poisoned. You must have injected her with some toxin beforehand! She was poisoned to death!"

Christopher's hand, wrapped tightly around her waist, tensed further, the veins on the back of his pale hand bulging as his eyes flashed with a murderous gleam.

"Christopher... Have you not taken enough lives and caused enough damage? How could you bring yourself to hurt and kill your own mother? How could you do such a thing?" Bella spoke with disbelief and anguish. "Bella, do you know? Your strength is in your intelligence, but your flaw is being too clever," Christopher laughed, but it was a twisted, sorrowful sound, more akin to crying. "Why did I do this... Others might not understand, but you do, don't you?"

He grabbed her chin with so much force, as if he might crush the delicate bone beneath his fingers. "I did it all for you... It's all for you!" Christopher screamed, his voice ragged and broken, as if his vocal cords had been torn.

He was vicious, ruthless, and inhumane to everyone. Yet toward Bella, he had never lost his temper, not even once since he was a child.

He had never yelled at her like this, like a madman.

Christopher's chest was a tangled mess of contradictory feelings-love and hate, resentment and rage, frustration and anguish.

These emotions had been bottled up for so long that they had festered and bred like parasites within him.

By the time he wanted to turn back, it was too late. He had become a dehumanized monster, completely out of control and filled with regret.

"My mother...

Even

if I hadn't killed

ver

her, she wouldn't have had much time left. In the end, she would have died in extreme pain. I merely spared her the prolonged suffering." Christopher's dark eyes burned with a crazed intensity.

His tone softened as he pressed his trembling lips to Bella's ear, whispering gently, "If I hadn't done it, would you have willingly followed me onto that plane? Getting you here would've been a lot harde had only one chance, and I couldn't afford to fail. So, I let my mother help me. Even though she's gone, I think... She'd forgive me because she loved me. I'm her only son."

The overwhelming emotions of pain and despair were clearly felt.

Though Bella remained composed on the outside, tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. "What happeried to turn you into this? You weren't like this 15 years ago..."

"The Christopher you once knew is gone," Christopher responded with a hollow laugh, pulling her into a tight embracelas tears streamed down his face without him even realizing it. "Yet the part of me that loves you will always remain."

The news of Bella being abducted by Christopher was kept from their family back home, but it could not stay hidden from Drew.

Drew rushed to the Presidential House overnight with Yvonne, who had just come from the hospital.

During the journey, Yvonne did not

dare say a word. She simply held

Drew in a silent comforting embrace, ina gently soothing his trembling back

with patient strokes.