Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 419: Milton had been standing before the monitor the entire time. Now, he slumped heavily into a nearby chair, stunned by the grim reality he had uncovered. He never expected to discover such a distressing truth. How could this be? What had happened? He refused to believe his own mother capable of such a terrible act, but there was no evidence to prove her innocence. Just then, his phone rang. On the other end was Erica's friend, Mrs. Crawford. Milton's frown deepened as he stood up, suspecting Mrs. Crawford had news about Erica. He answered hurriedly. His suspicion proved correct.

"Milton, your mother slept at my home last night." "What happened? Where is she now?" Milton asked urgently. Mrs. Crawford explained, "At the banquet yesterday, she seemed uncomfortable. I suggested taking her to the hospital, but she refused, saying it was just dizziness. So, I took her home, where she rested all night. Don't worry, she's feeling much better now. She went home by herself just a little while ago. She didn't want-" She asked me not to tell you because she was afraid you would worry. Concerned for her well-being, I felt obliged to inform you.

You should go home and spend some time with her. That's all." Mrs. Crawford's voice trailed off, signaling the end of the conversation. Milton rushed to his mother's place. He rarely visited; the mansion was too vast and quiet. To reach the main building, he drove along a long road lined with trees and three stone fountains. The whole estate was grand and ancient. When he arrived, he switched off the engine, jumped out of the car, and pushed open the door. There, sitting in the hall, was Erica.

After a long pause, she said, "Are you asking me if I pushed her down the stairs? Are you sure? Are you questioning me?" Milton had never confronted his mother so directly before. She had always been elegant and considerate, and they had never had any arguments. This was the first time he stood firm against her. But seeing Candice, so weak and injured, gave him courage. He raised his voice and demanded, "Yes, I'm questioning you! I searched for you all night and checked the Gold Well Hotel surveillance footage. You were the only one there at that time, Mom!

Why?" Milton couldn't bear the pain any longer and let out a growl. "She was carrying my child, my own flesh and blood! Your grandson! But you... What did you do?" He couldn't bring himself to continue, overwhelmed with despair. Suddenly, Erica sprang up from her seat, her chest heaving as if she'd been struck. . . .