The commotion in the play area was alarming. Children were crying, parents were scrambling, and a crowd had gathered, forming circles around the scene. Hannah rushed over, worried that Ethan might be at a disadvantage. “Ethan, I’m here. Don’t be afraid, I…” Before she could finish, she saw who he was fighting. It was Chester. At that moment, Ethan had Chester pinned to the ground, fists raised. The rest of her words got stuck in her throat. Hearing a familiar voice, Chester turned to look at her. The instant their eyes met, his own reddened, but he quickly turned back to glare at Ethan. “You thief! You stole from me! I’m going to beat you up!” Ethan saw Chester struggling and lifted his fist again, but he didn’t swing. It was just a deliberate threat. Chester flinched but stubbornly refused to back down. “You’re a thief! You deserve to be punished!” As Hannah stepped forward to separate them, she noticed they were both gripping a smartwatch, each refusing to let go. Skycity Ville, the house she rarely visited, was where she had stored some miscellaneous items. That watch had been a birthday gift for Chester. It was a custom design. One for Chester, and one for herself. The biggest feature of the watch was that if the wearers were more than ten feet apart, an alarm would go off. At the time, there had been frequent news reports of missing children, and she had been afraid something might happen to Chester. But unfortunately, she reached out and firmly took hold of the watch. Chester took advantage of the moment to shove Ethan away, his face smug. “See? No one’s helping you! You’re a thief! Just wait till my daddy gets here! He’ll throw you in jail!” He looked certain that Hannah would take his side and fight for him. The next second, Hannah personally helped Ethan up, secured the watch on his wrist, then turned to face Chester’s shocked expression. “This isn’t your watch. You stole it and hit Ethan. Apologize.” Ethan hadn’t expected things to turn out this way. His eyes lit up, and he quickly hid his arm behind his back, afraid the watch would be snatched away again. Chester still hadn’t recovered from the shock. Hannah’s voice was cold. “Did you forget? Back then, you said this watch didn’t suit your status, that it wasn’t as fancy as the diamond watch Ms. Rebecca gave you. So you smashed the one I gave you.” Chester seemed unable to recall it, but Hannah’s stern tone made his eyes well up with tears. He suddenly screamed, “You’re choosing that little b*stard over me?” His face was full of grievance, completely unable to understand why Hannah had suddenly become so cold. He couldn’t accept it. Ethan, furious, jumped forward with his hands on his hips. “I’m not a b*stard! She’s my mommy! You’re the real bastard!” Chester shouted back, “I am not!” “Oh yeah? Then where’s your mommy? Isn’t your celebrity mommy with you? Pfft!” Ethan stuck his tongue out at him. Chester’s fair little face turned bright red. Hannah frowned. Even though she had lost hope in her son, she didn’t want things to get too ugly. “If you really want a smartwatch, you can ask your dad—” Before she could finish, Chester suddenly grabbed a wooden stool nearby and hurled it at Ethan. Hannah’s face went pale. She yanked Ethan aside just in time, but the stool still slammed into her left arm. A deep bruise instantly formed. For a moment, her arm went completely numb. The next second, the pain hit. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Seeing Hannah injured, Ethan froze for a moment before launching himself at Chester with a fierce expression. “Ethan, don’t!” Hannah instinctively reached out to grab him, but the boy was too fast, and she was a beat too late. Chester had never faced anything like this before. Stunned, he stood frozen as Ethan, like a furious little beast, tackled him and landed a few punches. Ignoring the pain in her arm, Hannah stepped forward to separate them. Before she could even touch Ethan, he was suddenly shoved back toward her. Rebecca had appeared at some point and was now shielding Chester. She was dressed casually, wearing a baseball cap and a face mask. If Hannah didn’t know her so well, she might not have recognized her at all. “Hannah, Chester is your biological son! And you’re taking someone else’s side?” Rebecca gently stroked the marks on Chester’s skin, as if heartbroken by his injuries. “Whatever happened between us, you should take it out on me, not a child! You’re an adult, Chester is just a kid! Don’t tell me you couldn’t dodge that stool in time. With so many people here, do you have any idea how serious the consequences would be if someone spreads rumors online that the future heir of Ford Group attacked his own mother?” Her voice rose with her final words. “You’re ruining your own son!” At that, Chester, who had been frozen in shock and guilt, suddenly lifted his head. A child’s emotions were never subtle, and in his dark eyes, a fire of rage flared up, almost seething. Seeing him like this, Hannah felt a strange moment of dissonance. He used to cling to her when he was little. No matter what happened, she was always the first person he thought of. Once, she burned herself while cooking, and he clutched her hand, blowing on the wound over and over, tears rolling down his little cheeks. “Mommy, don’t cook anymore,” he had said, voice trembling. “I’m a man, I’ll protect you!” She wasn’t sure when things changed. Maybe it started when he asked why she didn’t wear makeup or go to work. Or maybe when he started mentioning Rebecca with excitement in his voice. But there was no point in dwelling on it. She let out a quiet sigh, looked Chester in the eye, and spoke evenly. “When I was in detention, I considered suicide. I lost too much blood, my health suffered, and just now, the situation escalated so fast that I reacted too slowly.” Beside her, Ethan was still gently blowing on the bruise on her arm, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. At that moment, she suddenly felt like there was no point in explaining further. Instead, she simply lifted her other hand and gently patted Ethan’s head, reassuring him that she was okay. However, Ethan looked fearful. “Mommy, I don’t need his apology. Let’s go.” Worried about how this might affect him, Hannah nodded and took his hand, ready to leave. But Chester’s face twisted with even deeper resentment. He pointed at Hannah, his voice hoarse from yelling. “You’re lying! Ms. Rebecca told me you were just living somewhere else with people taking care of you. Why would you try to kill yourself? I’m your son, but you’re choosing that little b*stard over me! You’re supposed to be on my side! Why? Tell me why!”