CHAPTER 876. MY LITTLE BELOVED. A Possibility

The silence in that private dining room at La Fontaine was unbearable, as if time had frozen the moment Chantal dropped that bombshell. Niko and Gigi stared at each other, both unable to process what they had just heard. The shock was evident, but as Niko's eyes welled up with tears in an instant, Gigi’s filled with fear.

What was all this? Why was her mother saying…? She tried to step back, but her body wouldn’t move, only trembling slightly, as if the ground beneath her feet was crumbling.

Finally, she turned an inch, then another, her face painted with a mixture of disbelief and terror.

"What... what are you saying?!" she screamed at her mother, her voice raw. "Why are you lying?!"

Chantal, with calculated coldness, took a step toward her.

"I'm not lying, Gigi. It's the truth," she said in a soft yet venomous voice. "Eighteen years ago, I got pregnant with Niko’s child. But his parents paid me three million to leave. And I did. We did,