I deployed an exceptionally casual, lightweight vocal register, effortlessly drawing an absolute boundary line to sever my existence from Christian's reality.

My sole desire was for his cognitive faculties to possess the capacity to comprehend standard human speech.

And refrain from executing such unauthorized, rogue intrusions into an alternative family's private residence ever again moving forward.

The borders of Christian's eye sockets were heavily choked with a thick layer of liquid moisture, his lips violently trembling:

"My deepest apologies! My consciousness remained completely oblivious to the reality that your body was actively carrying a pregnancy during that specific milestone."

The absolute audacity driving that specific sentence.

"Could it possibly be that assuming my body lacked a pregnancy asset, your hands possessed absolute authorization to abandon my form atop a high-velocity motorway? Assuming my body lacked a pregnancy asset, your senses possessed absolute authorization to remain passive while Chloe violently hurled my physical frame down the structural trajectory of the staircase? Assuming my body lacked a pregnancy asset, your consciousness possessed absolute authorization to permit your biological mother to systematically torture my existence, forcing my hands to execute twenty continuous hours of domestic labor every single day, correct?"

"The blame rests entirely with my actions, Clara, a monumental, catastrophic error. My mind should have flatly never chosen to project the psychological weight of Chloe's tragic destiny onto your innocent frame. Her soul functions as the absolute living definition of a thoroughly corrupted entity; regardless of the specific environmental matrix hosting her maturation, her life trajectory was entirely beyond the reach of salvation."

My memory clearly recalled that in our previous lifetime, my own lips had explicitly floated an identical observation directly to his face.

Yet that historical moment had strictly yielded a violent, fury-driven slap delivered squarely across my cheek.

I remained deeply curious as to how the physical sensation of having one's historical assertions violently backfiring to slap one's own face tasted in the current landscape.

"Christian, does your consciousness not evaluate this entire scenario to be profoundly, hilariously farcical?"

"During the historical framework of our past life, my mouth deployed every single variation of plea to advocate for my innocence, clarifying that the ultimate entity who orchestrated Chloe's kidnapping was strictly your household's domestic maid, sharing an absolute zero-dollar connection linking the crime to my person."

"Furthermore, my existence had flatly never begged your parents to initiate an adoption campaign targeting my frame; your household network independently marched into the orphanage facilities to transport my body back into the C mansion."

"Yet every single member of your family systematically feigned absolute deafness and blindness, with stubborn calculation projecting the entire psychological weight of Chloe's shattered destiny straight onto my head, while your own family structure emerged from the narrative pristine and entirely clean of blame."

"Your network subjected my existence to relentless cold violence, saturated me with unyielding hatred, and explicitly enabled Chloe to weaponize physical violence and verbal abuse targeting my head at her absolute whim, enabling her to torture my form under a silent rubber-stamp approval, treating my suffering as her premium coping mechanism to vent her rage regarding cosmic injustice."

"Your parental units spent every single waking hour drowning in bitter agonizing and deep regret, continuously fantasizing that provided Chloe had evaded the kidnapping milestone, the absolute brilliance, dazzling heights, and luminous future defining her life trajectory would be monumental."

"Consequently, in this current lifetime, I specifically orchestrated the logistics to return Chloe to the C family bosom at an exceptionally accelerated milestone of the timeline, granting your network the absolute capacity to rewrite the destiny governing her past life."

"Yet in the current landscape, your own lips step forward to declare to my face that Chloe functions as the absolute living definition of a thoroughly corrupted entity, and regardless of the specific environmental matrix hosting her maturation, her life trajectory was entirely beyond the reach of salvation."

"This is genuinely, breathtakingly farcical."

Christian's facial features were completely frozen into an absolute mask of stagnation.

The depth of his pupils was entirely vacant, hollow, and distant, precisely as though his vision had completely forfeited its capacity to hold focus.

"During our childhood milestone... were you the ultimate source who distributed that specific anonymous information over to my father's digital device?"

"Correct."

"Your soul successfully executed a total temporal reincarnation at an exceptionally early milestone of the timeline, correct?"

"Naturally. Consequently, that functions as the core catalyst as to why I completely evaded being adopted by the C family network."

Christian's cognitive processing architecture finally completed its transition to comprehend the absolute parameters of the reality.

The absolute depths of his pupils were entirely devoid of even a microscopic flicker of vitality, a thoroughly tragic, shattered smile blooming across his features.

"Clara, my consciousness fully comprehends the absolute scale of my errors, would your soul be willing to extend a total absolution to permit my survival? Following the milestone of your physical passing in our past life, my entire existence drowned in a volume of agony so severe I desperately desired to embrace absolute death; at that exact temporal juncture, I already understood with absolute clarity that my actions were wrong, an error so monumentally catastrophic it bypassed the borders of reason."

"The specific entities your soul should be huddling down to beg for absolution from are flatly zero percentage my own person, but rather those two specific infants. They historically possessed a legitimate opportunity to catch a visual glimpse of this world, yet their vital spark was completely and ruthlessly crushed out of existence by your callous abandonment. Your footsteps should migrate toward their jurisdiction to question whether their souls extend absolution over your head."

The skin anchoring Christian's already thoroughly pale face was instantaneously drained of even a microscopic drop of crimson vitality.

His physical frame systematically collapsed down onto the floorboards, his palms lifting to completely mask the contours of his face.

A torrent of tears silently and stealthily leaked through the structural gaps separating his fingers, dripping continuously onto the polished hardwood floor.

I harbored an absolute absence of psychological investment to remain stationary to witness his theatrical repentance display.

My sole underlying anxiety was strictly tied to the logistics of him potentially expiring right inside my room.

"Execute a rapid departure from this room immediately; the blood from your injuries is actively dripping straight onto the floorboards, forcing my hands to direct Auntie Chen to launch a total cleaning campaign to restore the hygiene of the space."

"Clara, would you be willing to navigate a path to return alongside my person? Provided the two of us unite our existences once more, perhaps... perhaps their souls will choose to execute a return to our arms."

The choked, sobbing register of Christian's voice caused every single biological hair lining my skin to instantly stand on end with pure, unadulterated horror.

By what earthly metric could a human entity degenerate into a state of such thoroughly shameless, depraved vileness?

An intense impulse to deliver a violent slap straight across his face rippled through my muscles, yet my mind was simultaneously restricted by the anxiety of potentially terminating his fragile life right inside the room.

"Christian, do you honestly possess the audacity to classify your existence under the species of a human being?"

"Cast your memory back to evaluate the exact methodology your hands deployed to hurl my body out of the vehicle cabin atop a high-velocity motorway in our past life, alongside how your senses systematically blocked out the absolute reality of my weeping pleas and agonizing screams as you accelerated away into the distance. Provided your consciousness retains even a microscopic fraction of basic human empathy, your lips would flatly never possess the capacity to articulate sentences of such thoroughly unprincipled, shameless degeneracy."

"My soul will permanently, eternally maintain an absolute impossibility of extending a single shred of absolution over your head. Execute a total exit from my presence this exact second, and ensure your coordinates migrate as far away from my life as the laws of physics permit."

Christian scrambled forward on his knees, his entire posture simulating an intense desire to beg for mercy targeting my frame.

Right at the exact millisecond where my internal emotional control structures were crumbling, threatening to unleash a violent kick to strike his frame away.

Sera materialized at the scene, escorting the roster of medical emergency specialists into the room.

Her eyes locked straight onto Christian—an individual who had historically operated as the absolute living definition of pristine, high-society elegance and towering arrogance—who was currently flattened across the floorboards in a state of absolute, apocalyptic psychological destruction.

Her features were instantly locked in deep shock.

"Clara, what exact variation of dialogue did the two of you just conclude?"

"Nothing of any real significance. Execute a rapid transit to drag his physical body out of my sight immediately; ensure he doesn't expire right inside this space to negatively compromise the localized real estate valuation defining the property."