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."

the corners of his

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never pushing too hard or asking too many questions. But today,

ו

out the window,

neared the medical organization. My heart raced, though I tried my best to hide it. **Tina, my

me**, her energy brushing against my mind,

and concerned.

quiet,"

low but filled with a

his eyes

tell he was watching me in

vision, trying to

unspoken tension.

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a smile, though I wasn't sure if it convinced either of

replied, keeping my tone

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 boundaries

did.

of the medical organization, I felt my stomach twist into knots. The building loomed in front of us, sterile

was a place of

could feel

and

but probing. "Are you

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to come in with

in the air. Part of me wanted to say yes, to have him by my side. But the other part-the stronger, more determined part-knew this was

that

be fine," I said, my

if it was the truth. "It's just

for a moment

I'll be

Issca." I offered him a small smile before opening

the doors and into the lobby. The sterile

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