Chapter 242 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

Niamh parted her lips only to bite down harshly on Kendrick.

The man’s brows furrowed slightly as he blinked his alluring eyes open.

Mirth swam in his eyes as he took Niamh’s harsh rejection as a sign of her enjoyment.

His grip loosened and he was immediately given a slap across his face.

Niamh glared at him, balling her fists at the sight of blood on Kendrick’s lips.

“Don’t kiss me with the same mouth you used to kiss someone else! It’s disgusting!”

She raged, fuming as she turned around.

Kendrick lifted a slender finger to wipe off the speck of red from the corner of his lips. “You’re the only woman I’ve kissed.”

Niamh’s steps slowed.

Kendrick turned around to stare at her back. “I know you won’t believe me, but it’s the truth. I’ve never kissed another woman.”

Niamh slowly lifted her ferocious gaze. “Yeah, you’ve never kissed another woman, so I take it that you’ve never touched Nevaeh too, right? Then how did Jack come to this world? The sheer force of will?”

“…” Kendrick had nothing to say.

Niamh’s mocking laughter grew in Kendrick’s silence. “What now? Did you forget the many times she had gotten pregnant? She even got a miscarriage this one time because of me, this oh-so vicious woman. You didn’t even come home at all during our marriage. No, you spent every night with that monster!

“At least have the decency to admit it if you had the guts to do it, Kendrick. Save some dignity for yourself.”

Niamh marched back to the car after her outburst and got in, closing its door with a bang.

Kendrick was left stunned in place as the icy sea breeze added to the coldness he felt.

He was not lying. Ever since the moment he knew that Jackson was not Nevaeh’s child, he already had the feeling that his and Nevaeh’s relationship had never gotten to such a stage.

Not to mention that he was certain of never having touched her when he sober. The two times Nevaeh claimed she was ‘pregnant’ was when he had fallen asleep drunk.

Now that he thought about it, it seemed likely that Nevaeh was behind his drunken state and her ‘pregnancy’ was faux.

That meant he had never engaged in a physical relationship with Nevaeh.

Kendrick strolled over to the car to find Niamh lying against the back of the seat with her eyes shut.

Perhaps it was because she did not want to see him, hoping that the day would end by the time she woke.

Kendrick made no move to disturb her. Instead, he took to guarding the car from the outside as the wet and cold wind blew and turned his heart cold…

Niamh ended up napping before she realized it, and by the time she woke, it was already dusk.

She turned her head to look out the window and found Kendrick standing alone by the car like an exquisite sculpture.

As if feeling her gaze on him, Kendrick suddenly turned around.

Through the window, the two gazes locked. Then, Niamh averted her eyes indifferently.

Kendrick smiled faintly at her reaction and got in the car. “Good morning.”

“It’s getting late, Kendrick. Bring me to my child.”

“Alright.”

Niamh felt suspicious of his quick reply. “Don’t waste my time.”

“I’m really bringing you to see your child.” Sparing Niamh a glance, Kendrick started the engine and stepped on the accelerator.

Half an hour later, Kendrick’s car arrived at Montgomery Manor’s gates.

Niamh’s expression darkened. “Why did you bring me here, Kendrick?”

“To see our child.” Mirth filled Kendrick’s gaze. “Our son’s right inside.”

Son?

Niamh was stunned.

‘Nevaeh lied to me. I gave birth to a son, not a daughter!’

Niamh felt her heart stop.

Doubt tinted her gaze as she stared at the joyous man.

Reading the words left unspoken in Niamh’s eyes, Kendrick looked at her before giving her a weighted nod.

Niamh felt all doubt vanish within her heart at his silent acknowledgment and quickly alighted the car. She ran into Montgomery Manor with large steps.

Kendrick closed his eyes remorsefully as he stared at Niamh’s impatient figure.

Sure, Nevaeh was heinous, but was he not too?

It was dinnertime within the manor and Eloise was walking toward the dining room with Sean by her side and Jackson’s hand in hers when a servant suddenly proclaimed, “Sir, Madam, Miss Eveline is back!”

Neither Eloise nor Sean could believe their ears. Turning around at the same time, the couple met an impatient Niamh with surprise and elation.

“Eveline!” Eloise called for Niamh lovingly before she could hold herself back.

Sean watched Niamh approach them with hope and happiness in his eyes. “You’re just in time, Eveline. Come eat dinner with your mom and dad.”

Staring at the couple before her, it was evident that Niamh’s mind was not on them.

Impatiently, she began to scan her surroundings before her eyes suddenly fell on Jackson’s small figure walking out from behind Eloise and Sean.

“Mommy,” Jackson greeted Niamh coquettishly.

The boy’s handsomely childish cheeks bloomed with an angelic smile.

Niamh felt her heart race suddenly as she stared at Jackson.

“What’s wrong, Eveline?” Eloise approached her worriedly as she took in Niamh’s weird expression. “Eveline, what—”

“Aside from Jack, are there any other children in the house?” Niamh asked softly, her gaze fixed on Jack who was currently walking toward her.

Eloise and Sean shared a confused look, only to see Kendrick walk over just as they were about to open their mouths. Understanding of Niamh’s question slowly seeped into them.

“Are you and Daddy here to eat dinner with me, Mommy?” Jack asked as he walked over to Niamh, blinking his innocent and round eyes. Niamh felt her heart speed up at the mirth in his eyes.

An epiphany immediately came to her, but she did not dare to think more of it.

“Mommy,” Jackson called out again.

Just then, Kendrick arrived by Niamh’s side. His low baritone was tinged with guilt as it sounded by her ear.

“When you told me that Nevaeh had given Jack’s face a gash with a fruit knife, I thought you were framing her because I refused to believe that Nevaeh would do such a thing. Not even tigers prey on their cubs, so why would she hurt her Jack, her own son?”

Kendrick let the words echo in the air for two seconds before he continued in a grim tone.

“It was only after that I found out she could indeed do something so heartless because Jack was never her child to begin with. So why would she have any qualms about doing it?”

At that, Niamh felt her heart begin to tremble.

She lifted her misted gaze to meet Kendrick’s loving and guilty ones.

Kendrick reached out to wipe away the tears gathered at the corners of Niamh’s eyes with a slender finger.

“Jack’s the child you were forced to give birth to in prison, Niamh. Jack is our son.”

The tears in Niamh’s eyes fell relentlessly the moment he confirmed it.

Staring dazedly at Kendrick, Niamh finally trailed her gaze to look at the small boy standing in front of her.

Jackson looked back with confusion in his pure marble-like eyes, though an innocent smile remained on his dewy cheeks.

Niamh’s heart broke.

Niamh dropped to her knees while her trembling fingers began to caress Jackson’s brow.

They went from his eyes to his nose to his adorably small mouth…

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