Agatha was crying so sorrowfully that anyone who didn't know the truth would've felt sad for her. They wouldn't be able to keep their heart from aching or from pitying her. After all, she was so overwhelmed by the pain of losing her dear son.
She looked so distressed and pained as she cried. Because of this, no one would've guessed that when she learned something had happened to Irvin, she had felt nothing but joy. In fact, she'd been ecstatic.
Agatha felt as though god had finally answered her prayers and taken Irvin away. Now, she wouldn't need to lift a finger or see the innately evil Irvin ever again.
She had wanted him dead for a long time and had even tried to realize it several times. Even so, no matter how much she hated Irvin, he was still her biological son. She couldn't help feeling anxious, afraid, and guilty at the thought of personally killing her own flesh and blood.
At night, Agatha would have nightmares of a pale-faced Irvin walking toward her, drenched in his own blood. He would ask her why. Why did she want her own son to die? What had he done wrong for her to want him dead so badly?
Each time, Agatha would wake up in terror. The nightmares and guilt often plagued her to the point where she didn't dare to sleep.
The more she avoided sleeping, the more exhausted she became. And as her exhaustion grew, she would frequently have horrific dreams whenever she rested her eyes for a moment.
Because of this, Agatha truly had been utterly miserable. And now, it would all be over. Fate had taken Irvin away, so she no longer had to feel so guilty or have those nightmares.
She was overjoyed that Irvin was in trouble. However, she had to pretend to be deeply upset and in despair because she wanted me to pay.
When she'd blamed me for Timothy's death, it hadn't been just out of anger. She honestly believed I was the reason her precious, fake-dead son had died.
Agatha felt that if I hadn't been kidnapped, Irvin wouldn't have gotten into danger from trying to rescue me. Then, her precious Timothy wouldn't have needed to rescue Irvin and die.
However, she refused to listen and was even convinced that she had come up with a flawless plan that no one could detect. But in reality, everyone knew of all her attempts to end Irvin's life.
Despite being husband and wife, Magnus and Agatha had never shared a deep emotional connection. He only maintained a formal and respectful relationship with her. And when she began acting crazy and kept wanting Irvin dead, he had no more feelings left for her.
Still, Agatha was Magnus' wife. To insult her was to insult him, and he still had to protect her when outsiders were present.
Thus, he glared coldly at William and snapped, "Watch your words, Mr. Ashford! I don't care where you heard those baseless rumors from, but they are just that—rumors! We are Irvin's parents. We would always treat him well and never harm him!"
Still glaring at William, Magnus' gaze grew colder as he continued. "You two, on the other hand, tricked my son. You caused him to be missing and put his life in danger. So, no matter what, you have to take responsibility!"
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