Chapter 463 I Don’t Want to Hold Back Anymore
“Sob… Sob…” Sienna’s crying didn’t case after that. If anything, it grew louder.
I’m never the kind of <i>person </i><i>who </i>wears my <i>emotions </i>on my <i>sleeve </i>or makes a scene without reason.
<i>Most </i><i>of </i><i>the </i>time, <i>I </i>can <i>stay </iposed <i>and </i><i>restrained</i>, <i>calm </i><i>even </i><i>in </i><i>difficult </i><i>situations</i>.
But not right now.
<i>Right </i>now, I don’t want <i>to </i><i>hold </i><i>back </i><i>anymore</i>.
I had never known that <i>something </i><i>like </i><i>this </i><i>had </i><i>happened </i><i>during </i><i>Winston’s </i><i>childhood</i>.
<i>If </i><i>only </i>I had known sooner…
<i>I </i>should have known sooner
But <i>the </i>truth was, back <i>then</i>, my <i>life </i><i>had </i><i>already </i><i>been </i><i>a </i><i>mess</i>.
I couldn’t even <i>keep </i><i>my </i>own <i>head above </i><i>water</i>.
<i>For </i><i>years</i>, my world <i>had </i><i>revolved </i><i>around </i><i>Matheo</i>.
<i>Of </i><i>course </i><i>I </i><i>loved </i><i>my </i><i>children</i><i>, </i><i>my </i><i>own </i><i>flesh </i><i>and </i><i>blood</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>Matheo </i><i>was </i><i>always </i><i>my </i><i>top </i>priority.
<i>Whenever my </i><i>mind </i><i>was </i><i>filled </i>with <i>matters </i><i>about </i><i>him</i><i>, </i><i>there </i><i>was </i><i>no </i><i>space </i><i>left </i><i>to </i><i>notice </i><i>anything </i><i>else</i>.
Neglect <i>was </i><i>inevitable</i><i>. </i>
<i>But </i>I <i>hadn’t </i><i>expected </i><i>things </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>this </i><i>absurd- </i>
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I had <i>been </i><i>so </i><i>focused </i><i>on </i><i>taking </i><i>care </i><i>of </i><i>one </i><i>child </i><i>that </i><i>I </i><i>ended </i><i>up </i><i>neglecting </i><i>another</i>. <i>That </i><i>negligence </i>had <i>even </i><i>caused </i><b>a </b><i>rift </i><i>between </i><i>them</i><i>. </i>
<i>In </i><i>the </i><i>end</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>a </i><i>responsible </i><i>mother</i><i>. </i>
A <i>real </i><i>mother </i><i>should </i><i>at </i><i>least </i><i>be </i><i>able </i><i>to </i><i>bnce </i><i>the </i><i>emotions </i><i>and </i><i>needs </i><i>of </i><i>different </i><i>children</i>.
<i>My </i><i>youngest </i><i>son </i><i>had </i><i>nearly </i><i>been </i><i>kidnapped</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>had </i><i>known </i><i>nothing </i><i>about </i><i>it</i>. <i>I </i><i>hadn’t </i><i>even </i><i>asked </i><i>him about </i>it <i>afterward</i><i>… </i>
<i>Winston </i><i>must </i><i>have </i><i>felt </i><i>so </i><i>hopeless </i><i>at </i><i>the </i><i>time</i><i>. </i><i>He </i><i>probably </i><i>hates </i><i>me</i>.
<i>He </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>just </i><i>resent </i><i>Dominic</i><i>. </i><i>If </i><i>anything </i><i>he </i><i>should’ve </i><i>hated </i><i>me </i><i>even </i><i>more</i>.
<i>Everything </i><i>is </i><i>my </i><i>fault</i>.
<i>I </i><i>had </i><i>failed </i><i>to </i><i>fulfill </i><i>the </i>most <i>basic </i><i>responsibility </i><i>of </i><i>a </i><i>mother</i>.
The moment that realization hit, her heart twisted in pain.
Regret. Guilt. Sorrow. Heartache…
All the negative emotions came rushing in like a tidal wave, flooding her chest. The sheer weight of it all left her dizzy and overwhelmed.
Chapter 463 I Don’t Want to Hold Back Anymore.
Jean had told her not to make a sound. And she knew she shouldn’t have.
But once the emotions had reached their peak, Sienna couldn’t hold them back anymore.
She let her voice out and cried freely.
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“Mom? Are you okay…” Seeing how devastated Sienna sounded, Jean’s expression dimmed. Her brows pinched slightly as she spoke in a small voice.
Sienna didn’t respond. She just kept crying.
Dominic and Winston both woreplicated expressions.
They sat in silence, brows furrowed. No one seemed to know what to say in the face of this scene.
Jean gave up on trying to speak, too.
She simply gripped her phone tighter and listened to the sound of Sienna’s sobs.
The room went quiet for a while, save for the broken cryinging from the phone.
If she needed to cry, then let her cry it all out…
Better to release it than keep bottling it up.
No one knew how much time passed.
Eventually, Sienna’s crying softened, and her sobs turned into scattered sniffles.
“Jean.” Sienna sniffled, then suddenly called out Jean’s name.
“I’m here, Mom,” Jean responded immediately.
Sienna’s voice was still thick with emotion. “Give the phone… to your brother, Winston. I want to talk to him.”
Jean instinctively looked up and nced at Winston, who was sitting stiffly just a few feet away.
The boy, who had been silent this whole time, twitched his brow the moment he heard Sienna’s voice.
His fingers clenched tighter.
“Okay.” Jean agreed without hesitation and passed the phone directly to Winston.
The boy caught it reflexively.
He didn’t refuse. Instead, he slowly lifted the phone and ced it against his ear.
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