His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 3

Of course. He had never believed me. If he had come home even once

this year, he would have seen the medications and machines filling

Oliver's room. But this was his first time back.

I thought of Oliver's last wish-to go camping as a family. To make it happen, I had begged Nathan, even kneeling before him, promising I

would never ask for anything again. He had stood tall, looking down

at me, and finally asked, "Are you serious?"

I nodded, tears streaming down my face.

Nathan had entered my life when I was eight years old. I had begged my parents to adopt him from the orphanage. He became my brother, living with us.

But when I was fifteen, my parents divorced, and my father took

Sienna while my mother kept Nathan and me. Nathan resented me for years, blaming me for separating him from Sienna. When my dying

mother entrusted me to him, he reluctantly married me but never

gave me a wedding.

told me coldly after my mother's death. "Sienna

to grant

who once seemed so handsome

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than a cruel

face hurts.

immediately turned his attention

arms, her face indeed swollen from

flowed down her cheeks as she leaned

carefully wiped them away

crying for days, and how he had comforted me, even saving up his money to buy me a replacement.

Nathan looked at me coldly.

Sienna."

straightened my back, swallowing my sadness.

in surprise. He hadn't expected

he first began resenting me, I had just entered adolescence. I followed him around, trying to please him, afraid to