Watching the mother he had always loved most kneel like a dog before the enemy he hated most, Doyle felt his entire world collapse.
During his earlier boasting, his desires and vanity had reached unprecedented heights under his mother's praise, giving him satisfaction unlike anything he had ever known.
Yet a moment later, he discovered that his mother had become the slave of the enemy he loathed, the one he had always wanted to kill by any means necessary!
The staggering contrast was impossible for him to accept.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
"You're not my mother! Who the hell are you?!"
"Where have they hidden my mother?!"
Doyle let out a heart-wrenching roar.
Watching Doyle fall apart, Tracy's face brimmed with indescribable pleasure and delight.
She felt more comfortable and satisfied than she ever had before.
She smiled. "Of course I'm your dear mother, Tracy Elton."
"I remember how precocious you were as a child. You were stealing your older cousin's underwear when you were only nine."
"Your father wanted to break your hands back then. I was the one who protected you."
Doyle's eyes widened at her words.
Tracy continued, "When you were eleven, you sneaked into my room several times and did some naughty things you thought only you knew about."
"Did you really think I was asleep?"
Doyle turned deathly pale. "You... no... that's impossible!"
"I... I'm your own son!"
"You! Why are you doing this?"
Tracy's face filled with wicked satisfaction.
"Haha, why?"
"Well... because Master ordered me to, of course!"
"!!!!"
Doyle froze completely.
Tracy continued, "As your mother, I endured for years just to see you look like this today!"
"The humiliation your father inflicted on me, the abuse your grandfather put me through!"
"Every last bit of it is etched deep in