My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup novel Chapter 1957

Sitting down on the staircase, Athena absentmindedly rubbed her forehead.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Byron: [Have you done anything besides these two things?]

Byron quickly replied: [No.]

Athena breathed a sigh of relief but then thought about the Campbell family and replied: [Grandma and Jacob's grandparents were old friends, and the Campbell family has already suffered greatly. Please, don't do anything else to them.]

Byron still stood in the same spot, staring at the message from Athena.

Suddenly, his head throbbed sharply.

The atmosphere became thick with a damp sensation, and the sound of droplets in his mind resurfaced, now at a faster pace and more pronounced than before.

Julian seemed to be shouting something desperately after his death, but Byron couldn't hear because of the sound in his mind.

Byron could, however, read Julian's lips and discern some of his words. "Don't forget, Athena stayed because you forced her. She would have torn you to pieces if you hadn't threatened her with her vulnerability."

"No!" Byron clenched his teeth, his voice a low, feral growl. "She stayed by my side because she loves me. She loves me!"

"What is love?" A woman's voice came from the side.

Byron turned rigid and looked at the woman who was standing there.

Byron wasn't in their bedroom anymore.

It was a lavishly decorated room. Byron's view seemed to be peering out through a crack in the door.

A woman in an intelligent skirt held a cigarette between her fingertips and blew out a smoke ring, making her indulge in it.

Lola said, "When he was just born, I loved him, indeed. But now he's nothing more than a tool for Alivia. Who could love someone who betrays them? I'm so tired of looking at him. I can't stand him now." She took another drag of the cigarette. "While he's still young, we have to make sure he never gets anywhere work in Crawford Group for the rest of his life."

"Don't want to own Crawford Group?" a stern voice came from behind.

Byron numbly turned around.

A slap struck his face directly. "Byron, do you think you have any control over your life?"

"I don't want to own Crawford Group. I want my mom!" The young man's posture was both upright and defeated, and his shoulders shook violently.

The old woman with a head full of silver hair had an unpleasant expression.