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

Chapter 31

medical organization tomorrow, for a

Issca's voice was calm, and it soothed me like a balm on a wound. I forced a smile, wanting to appear stronger than I felt. "I'm okay, just... processing everything. Perhaps, I need to trouble you to send me to a medical checkup...... because I haven't got my car back yet."

Issca nodded, understanding the weight of what I had been through. He looked

around my kitchen, taking in the mess of papers and the half-eaten sandwich on the counter. "You've been busy, I see."

"Yeah, just trying to figure things out," I replied, avoiding his gaze.

Issca leaned against the counter, arms

crossed. His brow furrowed in confusion.

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"How are you holding up?"

I paused, glancing down at the papers

again. "I've been through worse, Issca. Much worse. And I've survived."

He sat down across from me, studying my

face. "You look... different," he finally said.

"

"Lighter, maybe."

I smiled, though it didn't quite reach my eyes. "I feel different. It's strange, but now

that the lawsuit's over and Nathan's... well,

out of the picture, I feel like I can breathe

again."

I met his gaze, determination flooding my

chest. "I'm sure. I've wasted enough time. It's time to move on."

corners of his lips.

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the steady hum filling the silence between us. He'd always been the quiet type, never pushing too hard

ו

out the window, watching

the medical organization. My heart raced, though I tried my

inside me**, her energy brushing against my mind, both

and concerned.

quiet,"

but filled with

kept his eyes

was watching

vision, trying to read

unspoken tension.

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though I wasn't sure if it convinced either of us.

I replied, keeping my tone light, almost

saw the way his brow furrowed ever so slightly. He didn't believe me, and deep down, I knew I couldn't blame him. He'd known me long enough to recognize when I was hiding something. Still, he didn't press further, respecting my

did.

felt my stomach twist into knots. The building loomed in front of us, sterile and imposing,

was a place of answers, and

I could feel

and turned to

probing. "Are you

But

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want me to come in with you?"

by my side. But the other part-the stronger, more determined part-knew this was something I had to face

that

be fine," I

sure if it was the truth. "It's

studied me for a

But I'll

a small smile before opening the

took a deep breath, pushing through the doors and into the lobby. The sterile scent of antiseptic hit me

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