I Read Their Tragic Fates, and My Family Reads My Mind?

Poor Sabrina Donovan, already insecure from living with relatives, saw Hugh Donovan acting as if that night had never happened. He never brought it up again, making her all the more certain that he had no romantic feelings for her. She concluded it was just an accident and that he had no desire to take responsibility, so she didn’t dare mention it.

But just because she didn’t bring it up didn’t mean trouble wouldn’t come knocking. Because of what happened that night, she was pregnant.

Rochelle Rowland: "!!!"

’Wait a minute. Sabrina got pregnant because of that night? That means there’s no so-called other man! Leo is my son’s son—he’s my biological grandson!!!’

Rochelle Rowland finally, belatedly, realized the truth. A year ago, Sabrina Donovan had returned from abroad with a two-year-old child, claiming she had met a scumbag who had used and abandoned her. He had supposedly tricked her into giving birth to the child.

But the man had completely disappeared after the child was born. Left with no other choice, she had to raise the child on her own.

At the time, Rochelle Rowland had been both furious and heartbroken, wishing she could hunt the scumbag down abroad and hack him to pieces to rid the world of a menace.

But now, to be told that the scumbag was her own son... This was truly...

For a moment, Rochelle Rowland didn’t know whether to be happy or angry. But regardless, knowing the child was one of their own still made her quite excited.

That was her grandson, her smart, adorable, chubby grandson!

So what if Josephine Jennings had all those sons and daughters? In the end, she was the one holding a grandchild first, wasn’t she? HAHAHA!

Having known Rochelle Rowland for so many years, Mrs. Donovan could tell what she was thinking from one look at her expression, feeling both exasperated and amused.

Arabella Donovan was also quite speechless when it came to her cousin.

’Treating something like this as a dream is just incredible. He must have dreams like that all the time, right? Tsk, tsk, tsk. To put it bluntly, he’s just pent-up. So repressed.’

Rochelle Rowland: "..."

’You know, with my son’s tight-lipped personality, it’s actually possible. It’s just...’

Rochelle Rowland glanced around, fighting the urge to facepalm.

’After today, my son, your pristine reputation is probably shot. But you deserve it. You had to go and make things difficult, almost losing your wife and child in the process. You can fend for yourself.’

’Sabrina Donovan used studying abroad as a cover to have the baby, then brought the child back after finishing her degree, lying that she’d had him with someone else overseas. I’m not trying to be mean, but how could you all believe such a flimsy excuse? And based on the description, that kid must look at least fifty or sixty percent like my cousin, right? Are you all blind? You couldn’t see it? You seriously didn’t have the slightest suspicion?’

The surrounding crowd of gossips: PFFT...

The "blind" Rochelle Rowland: "..." ’Stop it, please stop.’

’The more I think about it, the more unreliable this cousin of mine seems. He doesn’t have the guts to confess his feelings, but then he goes crazy with jealousy when he sees her return with a child. And his attitude toward the kid is the same—on one hand, he can’t fight his paternal instincts and wants to be close to him, but on the other, he can’t get over the fact that this is his beloved’s child with another man. It drives him nuts. He’s a total, neurotic mess.’

Hearing Arabella Donovan’s thoughts, Rochelle Rowland also had to admit her son was a complete idiot. Thank goodness she still had her grandson.

Now that she had a grandson, her world was complete. As a result, the more she thought about the son responsible for her only just now discovering her grandson’s existence, the more disgusted she became.

At that very moment, far away in another city, Hugh Donovan’s nose suddenly tickled, and he couldn’t stop a loud sneeze.

’Hmm, so this family of three spent a few months in this awkward state. During that time, the villainous female rival, Rowena Churchill, having heard that the female lead had returned from abroad, started stirring up all sorts of trouble. She was constantly running to my cousin to sow discord, which sent him into a jealous rage. He was a ball of fury. Fortunately, despite his jealousy, he couldn’t bring himself to actually do anything to his "wife" and child. Otherwise, we’d be headed for a classic "groveling for forgiveness" arc later on, wouldn’t we?’

Hearing this made Rochelle Rowland’s heart pound in her chest. She had met that Rowena Churchill once or twice; she was supposedly the daughter of a major business partner.

Rochelle Rowland could tell the girl was interested in her son, but she hadn’t planned on interfering.

Her son’s happiness was the most important thing, after all. If the girl he liked also happened to be from a family of similar standing and could help his career, that would just be the icing on the cake.

But now, knowing this woman had used such despicable tactics to get her son and was secretly scheming to keep their family from reuniting, Rochelle Rowland’s anger flared. She wanted to find that woman right this instant, tear her a new one, and then add her to the company’s blacklist.

’Hmm... The turning point in their relationship comes when...’

Rochelle Rowland instantly forgot her towering rage, perking up her ears to hear what came next.

The surrounding crowd of gossips also subconsciously held their breath, waiting for the climax of the story.

’Ah, it’s when their child, Zachary Donovan, gets into an accident.’

What?! Rochelle Rowland’s heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her throat.

Seeing her reaction, Mrs. Donovan quickly steadied her, gripping her hand reassuringly and whispering, "It’s okay."

Rochelle Rowland snapped back to reality. ’Right, right, the child is fine for now. As long as I get to the bottom of this today, I can go back and get those two to sort themselves out. We can definitely avoid this danger and make sure the child grows up safe and sound.’

’After their son turns three, he starts preschool. Sabrina Donovan also gets a job and focuses on making money to support him. One day, something comes up at her department, and she has to work late into the night. With no other choice, she has to ask Hugh Donovan to pick up their son. When Hugh gets the message, he starts getting all conflicted again, so by the time he finally makes up his mind to go get the boy, it’s already dark out.’

Rochelle Rowland was already grinding her teeth. ’This useless son of mine! The more I hear, the more pathetic he seems. He has none of the charm his father had when he was courting me. I don’t know who he takes after!’

’The boy was already being bullied at preschool because he didn’t have a father. That day, as it happened, a little brat whose parents were also working late was still at the school after dark. Put the two of them together, and it wasn’t long before a fight broke out.’

They say people are inherently good, but sometimes you really can’t underestimate the malice and destructive power of a child, because they often don’t even realize that hurting others is a bad thing. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Sabrina Donovan hadn’t received very good care when she gave birth alone abroad, so Zachary Donovan was born with a weak constitution. He was already smaller and weaker than other children his age, so how could he possibly win a fight against a brat nearly twice his size?

By the time Hugh Donovan arrived at the preschool, Zachary Donovan was already beaten and bleeding from his head. Terrified, Hugh scooped up the boy and sprinted to the hospital.

’And this is where we get the classic, overused trope for this kind of story: the child has lost too much blood and needs a transfusion, but his blood type, just like Hugh Donovan’s, is a rare one.’

Arabella Donovan furrowed her brow, her expression darkening.

’They look so similar, and they both have the same rare, hard-to-find blood type. The author couldn’t have made the hints any more obvious, right? But no, this idiot cousin of mine is just dense. Or maybe he was just really terrified seeing the boy injured. The moment he heard the blood bank was out of the right blood type, he told the nurse to draw his, and then... tragedy struck.’

Rochelle Rowland: "!!!"