Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 709 The Son of a Mistress

The final outcome was revealed. Nyla was barely alive after being salvaged from the water, with most

of her vital signs absent. Despite efforts to revive her, she passed away within two hours of being taken

to the hospital. A blossoming young girl met her end in the tumultuous waves.

Elspeth knew that this news would deeply affect Slevin. Before leaving, she decided to visit him, both to

say goodbye and to remind him not to harbor any thoughts about her. She arrived at Slevin's villa, a

place she had visited countless times before, and stood at the door. The housekeeper recognized her

immediately.

"Miss Lynwood, you've returned. Mr. Slevin hasn't been in good spirits these past few days. If it's okay,

could you please comfort him?" The housekeeper's face was full of plea, for she had taken care of

Slevin for many years and surely had some emotional attachment to him.

Elspeth nodded, indicating that she would do her best, then pushed open the door and walked inside.

Slevin had confined himself to his room, refusing to come out.

As such, she had no choice but to go upstairs and knock on his door.

Slevin's room was as tidy as ever, with no signs of the mess and desolation she had imagined. Elspeth

cleared her throat and looked at Slevin, who sat motionless on the armchair.

"How have you been recently, Slevin?" she asked.

Slevin's eyes flickered upon hearing the familiar voice, and he made a slight movement.

"You've come. Do you still have the time to visit me? Weren't you planning to go back to your country?"

he asked.

Elspeth was surprised. "How did you know I'm going back to my country?"

Slevin chuckled, but due to his rigid facial expression, it only resulted in a strange contortion of his lips.

"I've told you, there's nothing in this world that I don't know."

Elspeth paused for a moment, then approached him. "I am indeed going back to my country, and I

came today specifically to inform you."

Slevin tilted his head back and leaned against the armchair. "What's the matter? Are you afraid I'll try to

stop you from leaving?"

Elspeth snorted in annoyance. "Who knows what you'll do?"

"I must admit, I do want to keep you by my side." Slevin flexed his wrist slightly. "After all, a talented

woman like you... I wouldn't want you to become my competitor."

These words didn't surprise Elspeth much. She had long known the reason Slevin was so insistent on

keeping her by his side was because he saw value in her business acumen. To be able to grow Azure

Corporation on such a large scale in just a few years was a talent not everyone possessed. Slevin

never experienced love and care since childhood, and his mother had gone through terrible

experiences, so he had no understanding of what love truly meant. All he knew was that if he could

have her or keep her by his side, it would maximize his own benefits.

She had experienced true love, while Slevin's so-called affection was not love at all.

"Well, you don't have to worry. I will do my best to avoid any intersections with your company," Elspeth

replied.

Slevin sneered. "Well, if that's the case, you're quite hurtful with your words."

"Slevin, I hope you can understand your own heart. Do you genuinely like me, or are you just using

me? You'll know the answer deep down," Elspeth said calmly.

Slevin's eyes flickered for a moment, and for the first time, he let out an eerie laugh. "Hahaha, Elspeth,

I suppose you truly are a clever woman."

Indeed, he was only interested in this woman before him at first, but he valued her talent more. As for

love... To hell with love.

Elspeth remained calm and looked at Slevin's current state with a sigh. "So, how long are you going to

keep up this act?"

Slevin froze and raised his head. "What do you mean by that?"

She pondered for a moment, then took a document out of her bag and placed it on the table in front of

him.

"I've uncovered everything about your past experiences, why you've become the way you are now, and

why you adopted Nyla."

Upon the mention of Nyla, Slevin's temples twitched slightly.

"You initially adopted her simply because she resembled your mother to some extent. Being naturally Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

suspicious, it wouldn't take much investigation to uncover her entire history. That's when you

discovered a shocking secret. This girl was your half-sister, sharing the same mother but different

fathers, and you had been separated from each other for many years."

Slevin laughed, his voice filled with resentment. "You're smart, as expected."

"Wait, I haven't finished yet," Elspeth continued. "You didn't want to reveal Nyla's true identity to her,

and you only treated her as the girl you adopted. But deep down, you were also afraid, right? You didn't

expect that your mother, in addition to being a mistress for this man, also served as a mistress for

Hank's father. Thus, she wasn't an uninformed victim of love, but rather a woman who specialized in

destroying other people's families."

At these words, Slevin was furious, and his eyes turned bloodshot. "Shut up! Don't say another word!"

"You couldn't believe that your beloved mother was such a person, so you've been self-deluding and

fooling yourself, even using the excuse of seeking justice for your mother to cause trouble for the

Damazio Family. You were even reluctant to let Hank off easily. However, the real reason was to

transfer your own pain onto others."

"I told you to shut up!"

Elspeth realized that her suspicions were indeed correct. "Slevin, isn't this why you refuse to

reciprocate Nyla's confession? You didn't expect that your blood-related sister would develop feelings

for you. Isn't it ironic and laughable?"

She had barely finished her sentence when Slevin suddenly pushed her down onto the couch.

"I told you to shut up, can't you hear me?" He pressed both hands tightly against her neck, his eyes

filled with unmistakable hatred, looking as if he would strangle her alive in the next second.

Elspeth felt her breathing almost being cut off, but seeing him in this state, she added one final push.

"Slevin… What is the purpose of your lifelong competition? You're just competing with an invisible

opponent... You're unwilling to let go of yourself, so you involve innocent people. Does any of this truly

have any meaning, though?"

The word 'meaning' caused his clenched hands to loosen.

Slevin slumped on the couch dejectedly, his voice gradually becoming softer.

"Without fighting, without competing... I'm the son of a mistress, though. I'm destined to be scorned by

others. If I don't fight my way up, how can I survive?"