Marriage Beyond Redemption

Chapter 70 He’s Not My Son. Is He Your Son?
Peyton’s questioning made Helena laugh, “If he wasn’t my son, would he be your son?”
“If you were the child’s biological mother, you wouldn’t be so indifferent. When the child had an allergy or fell down, you didn’t
protect and comfort him first, but fabricated accusations against me. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?”
Helena retorted, “Don’t think that just because Nolan is here, you can say these slanderous words about me in front of him and
make him change his mind about you. This child was born while Nolan was by my side, so he knows that I am his mother.”
Peyton couldn’t be bothered to argue with her about these boring topics. It was proven that some people were just not cut out to
be mothers.
The nanny who usually takes care of Chris quickly brought water. Peyton unbuttoned the child’s buttons and applied a wet towel
to him.
Strangely, the child should have been itching and crying loudly.
At that moment, Chris became quiet instead. His big black eyes were fixed on Peyton with concentration, unwilling to move away
even a bit. He tightly held onto Peyton’s clothes corner with one hand, refusing to let her go.
It seemed that as long as she was there, he was not afraid of anything.
“Stop, what are you going to do to my son?” Helena clearly disagreed with the wet compress.
Peyton gave her a cold glance and said, “Applying a cold compress can cause blood vessels to contract and relieve itching
symptoms. He is in a lot of discomfort now. Scratching will only make the allergic arca continue to expand, and in severe cases,
it can cause high fever.”
Helena wanted to say something more, but Nolan coldly interrupted her, “Shut up.”
This was the first time in two years that Peyton had heard Nolan speak to Helena like this. Helena was obviously upset and soon
she started to complain again
“I always paid attention to Chris’s diet. How could a child have an allergy for no reason? What did he eat?”
A maid said, “Chris just ate half a piece of honey cake baked by Ms. Schmitt.”

Helena glared at Peyton and said, “Peyton, you are so cruel. You knew my son is allergic to honey, yet you still gave him this
cake!”
“You said he was allergic to honey?” Peyton was a little surprised. How could this child be like Peyton? Peyton is also allergic to
honey.
“What are you pretending? You came to me today to ask for the Schmitt’s house. To please me, you said you would make me a
cake. I was thinking that a guest had arrived, so I didn’t kick you out. But I didn’t expect you to have this idea, and you came after
me. You even laid your hands on a child, do you still have a conscience?”
“Besides the child, Nolan, look at my neck, this woman wanted to kill
me!”
Helena knew that the child was what Nolan cared about the most. Peyton had committed his biggest taboo. As long as Helena
shifted the blame to Peyton, Nolan wouldn’t care about what had just happened.
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Originally, this was Helena’s intention for asking Peyton to make a honey cake. Helena was calculating Peyton from the
beginning.
Peyton only realized it now. Maybe Peyton really ruined her face. If she followed what Helena said, Helena wouldn’t have acted
according to the agreement.
How could a cunning woman who even calculated her son be willing to keep her promises and speak truthfully?
Thinking about this, Peyton felt even more sorry for the child. Based on Helena’s behavior just now, she was clearly not fit to be
a mother.
Nolan did not favor Helena as he used to, but stopped her sharply, “Shut up. Since you came in, you have been talking about
how others are. Have you paid any attention to Chris? It makes me doubt how you are being a mother.”
Nolan glanced at Helena’s attire. Her white open–toed sandals with half–painted red nails were nauseating to look at.
“Nolan. I...”

“Get out. I don’t want to see you right now,” Nolan said, not even considering Helena’s feelings. If he didn’t kill Helena right here
and now, he was being merciful.