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Evil Mother Is Too Gentle Now

“If only there had been a second chance! I will love you with all my heart!” Katherine closed the eyes of her one and only son with tears of blood in her eyes. Katherine, the second wife of the emperor Christian De Fasanovia, did everything to make sure that her son would be the emperor. So when her other concubines attacked the crown prince, she closed her eyes. Her only goal was to save her son and for that she wanted him to be emperor, the ultimate power and authority. On the day her husband died, she was more than happy, as the crown prince was already dead and now only her son was left! With the crown in her hands, she went to welcome the new power only to see him drinking poison by himself with a cold smile on his face. “If I get another chance, I never want you to be my mother!” He closed his eyes with hatred towards his cold and cruel mother only to open his eyes when he was 5 again. But why is his mother behaving differently this time? Was it a dream or he just woke up from one?

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[Bonus chapter] Give Her A Chance

"What is it?" The look of annoyance was so clear on the face of Chris when he saw the guard knocking the door again.

"If the daughter of the marquis is here then throw her out of the palace, i did not care. But do not interrupt me because of her again and again." the guard flinched at his cold words but at the same time relieved that it was not her.

"No! Your majesty, the crown prince is here. He said he had an urgent matter to talk to you about." three deep lines grew deeper on his head. Len never came to him even when he was dying with fever or was bullied by his teachers.

He was not a boy who complained!

"Send him in." he said as he looked at the file in his hands with a sigh and closed it.

Len entered and bowed in front of his father with respect when Chris offered him a seat.,

"What is it?" he asked bluntly without entertaining the boy but it did not look like Len was surprised.

He was accustomed to the cold glance of his father.