Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 433

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His voice sank lower, heavy with every word. “After that night, he took my father and ran. He raised him while keeping up with his performances in the theater. He worked as both father and mother. Then one day, someone noticed his gift. From that moment on, he climbed to the very top of the piano world. By then, he was already middle-aged.

“When my grandfather became famous, my grandmother showed up again. She had pushed him aside before, but now she wanted him back. This time he refused. He finally had the strength to do so. She would not give up. She turned her eyes on my father. She tempted him with her money and power. He walked straight back into her cage.”

Tess’s voice cut through the silence.

“But you were raised by your grandfather, weren’t you?”

“Yes. Lachlan’s voice was soft, like leaves falling with no place to land.

“My mother died giving birth to me. My father hated me for it. He believed I stole her life. When he left, he abandoned me with my grandfather.”

His words dropped like stones, filled with the loneliness of a child who had no home and no

roots.

Tess’s eyes softened.

She had never guessed that this man, who always looked free of worry, carried such a heavy

past.

“My grandfather gave me everything. That is why I crossed the ocean to honor his wish.”

His eyes burned with a sharp light.

Tess met that gaze. Something else flickered inside it.

She blinked, and it was gone. Lachlan had turned his head away.

Perhaps that something was just her imagination, after all.

She pressed her lips together, forcing down the unease that curled in her chest.

When she turned away, Lachlan shifted, his eyes resting on the line of her cheek.

His words had been honest. His story had been real.

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But not all of it had been told.

Just then, Lyra’s voice broke the heavy air.

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“You were sent to find him. So why are you out here too?”

She laughed lightly as she came to stand behind them. Her tone felt like warm wind scattering

the shadows.

“Let’s go back.”

Tess rose to her feet. She set the small stool against the wall.

Her words were meant for Lachlan.

He followed her lead, placing his stool by the wall before walking back with her.

Inside, Lyra had already taken the photographs from under the glass and spread them across

the table.

Tess’s eyes caught on one. Her hand stopped in place.

She lifted it, her brows knitting tight. It was a photo of four people.

She recognized three.

Her grandmother. Lachlan’s grandfather. Herself.

But the last one…

A boy dressed like a prince doll from the west, polished and perfect. He looked her age. But she had no memory of him.

Lyra narrowed her eyes, studying the picture. She turned to Lachlan.

“Lachlan, this boy… that has to be

you, doesn’t it?”

At her words, Tess lifted her head. Her gaze met Lachlan’s steady eyes, blazing with intensity.

He did not look away. He smiled, showing his white teeth.

“Yes. That’s me.”

“Tess, we met when we were children.” His voice was soft and gentle.

Tess’s brows stayed tight. The memory was gone.

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Maybe the reason his name had sounded familiar at first was because of that. Her forehead was still creased.

Lachlan shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember.” What matters is now and what comes after.

Tess pressed her lips together. The air felt thick. She slid the photo into an envelope and tucked it into her bag, cutting the moment short.

The others let it be.

They moved on through the house.

Tess brushed dust from the shelves, pulling down books to look through them.

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