My Mother Prefers Her Boyfriend Over Her Own Child

The conglomerate family’s new grand building was called the Kennedy Building. My mom’s young lover was named William Kennedy.

I confronted my mom, Agatha, demanding she change the name. She just smiled and said, “Come to the rooftop banquet tonight. I’ll make sure you’ll be satisfied.”

That night, my mom had me hung upside down on the rooftop. She looked down on me from above, like an empress dowager ruling from behind a curtain.

Everyone was fawning over William, as if everything would be his if I died. Even my fiancée didn’t defend me. She instead made me apologize to William.

When no one was paying attention, William quietly showed me a note. [Your mother is pregnant. If you die, my child will inherit everything, which means I will inherit everything!]

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At the edge of the rooftop, everyone laughed at me, as if I had truly done something wrong. This building was built for my new project and was very important to the Chanton Group. Moreover, the building’s name was decided long ago due to the project’s unique nature.

But my mom’s boyfriend, William, secretly named the building. The golden signboard, “Kennedy Building,” was already standing there.

I tried to explain to my mom, but before I finished, she smiled and told me to come to the rooftop party that evening, promising to please me.

Instead, she had me hung upside down over the edge when I arrived. “Bertrand Chanton, I gave you life. How dare you disobey me?”

My mom tilted the wine glass in her hand, pouring red wine down, splashing it onto my face. “When you apologize to Uncle William, I’ll let you up. Otherwise, you’ll stay hanging like this!”

“I’m your son! How could you treat me like this for a man you’ve only known for less than a year?”

I stared at her in utter disbelief. Then I looked at my fiancée and saw a faint smile on her lips.

“Celine, you’re my fiancée! Won’t you help me?”

I couldn’t help but ask. Celine only sneered, “Uncle William is Auntie’s boyfriend. Once we are married, he’ll be your stepfather. As a son, you’re arguing over naming rights for a building. You’re unworthy of being called a son and you actually expect me to help you?”

Then she nodded at William, smiling brightly.

William chuckled softly, then secretly gave me the middle finger. To my mother, he said, “Agatha, it’s understandable that the child has a problem with me. Just let Bertrand off the hook. A little humiliation won’t kill me.”

“You’re just too kind-hearted!”

My mom patted William’s cheek with a look of pity, then turned her gaze to me. “Bertrand, why don’t you apologize to Uncle William?”

Apologize? I stared at them intently, saying nothing.

“Mr. Chanton is so stubborn. Doesn’t he realize he’s not the spoiled heir anymore?”

“Doesn’t he know that since he went off to college, it’s been Mr. Kennedy accompanying Mrs. Lismore?”

“He probably still thinks the Chanton Group belongs to the Chanton Family.”

“Chanton Group? What a joke! It’s already been in the hands of Mrs. Lismore.”

The crowd’s chatter reached my ears. In fact, what they said was true. My father passed away when I was in college and my mother soon got together with William. I was depressed, so I often didn’t go home.

When I returned after graduation with the project above, I also intended to fix our mother-son relationship. I had even made up my mind to accept William.