Summary of Chapter 38 – A pivotal chapter in Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart by Quirinus Amalia
The chapter Chapter 38 is one of the most intense moments in Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart, written by Quirinus Amalia. With signature elements of the Internet genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
Luke led her into a lounge. Once Moira went in and didn't see the child, she immediately turned to Luke and asked, "Where is my son? What did you bring me here for? I want to see my son."
"I'm sorry ... Please wait here for a moment...." Luke could not stand her anger any longer.
"I can't, I want to see my son ... Now." Moira threw all her anger at the young man.
With a bitter face, Luke turned around to look at the door, but suddenly his expression relaxed. Finally, the boss arrived.
Following Luke's gaze, Moira suddenly turned around and stared at the door. He saw a man with a single hand in his pocket walk in.
The tall body carried a powerful and oppressive aura. When she saw this man's face, Moira felt suffocated. Why did this man resemble her son so much?
She had watched her son grow up, and she was very familiar with his facial features. However, at this moment, she was truly shocked to see this man walk in so coldly.
This man claimed to be the father of her son. Did he think he did?
She ignored his cold and imposing aura and glared furiously at the man who entered, directly asking, "You're the one that took my son away? Where is my son? Give me back my son."
Sage's gaze was as cold as the light of hell as he stared at this petite girl. It was as if he wanted to see through her.
Although Moira's rage didn't subside in the slightest under his gaze, there was still a slight tremble of fear in her heart.
It seemed to have the same aura as the cold and disdainful male voice from that night. That was the aura of a bastard.
Damn it, was it him that night? Moira's fists immediately clenched tightly.
She stared at the man in front of her and walked step by step towards him.
Sage narrowed her eyes. Just as Moira was about to slap him, he snorted coldly and gripped her wrist with her large palm. She exerted an incredible amount of strength, as if he wanted to crush her bones.
The anger and grievance that Moira had felt five years ago made her so angry that her eyes were red. "Five years ago, it was you. That night it was you...."

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