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

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Issca stood tall, her expression calm but resolute, and beside her was one of her bodyguards-an imposing man with a look that told Sienna this was her final warning. Before Sienna could react, Issca's bodyguard pushed her back with a firm shove, and Sienna stumbled,

her face twisting into a grotesque mix of rage and humiliation as she hit the ground hard.

The impact was loud, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Sienna sprawled on the pavement, her clothes rumpled and her hair disheveled. She let out a furious scream, kicking her feet in frustration as if the world itself had wronged her. "You can't do this to me!" Sienna screeched, struggling to get up, her movements clumsy and erratic. "I won't let you-"

I turned away from the scene, feeling nothing but a cold detachment as I walked down the stairs with Cyrus still clinging to me. I didn't have the energy to deal with her anymore, and I knew Issca would handle it.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I was startled by the sudden appearance of Nathan. He came out of nowhere, his eyes blazing as he rushed toward me. His face was tight with anger, and the moment he saw me holding the baby, his expression shifted from fury to something deeper-something more personal.

"Doris!" Nathan's voice was sharp, almost frantic. He pointed at the baby in Issca's arms, his jaw clenched. "What-what is this? When were you pregnant? Whose baby is this? Why does he look so much like Oliver?"

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, utterly shocked that he would even remember Oliver-his son, the child we lost so long ago. I had always believed that Nathan had buried those memories deep, never to resurface again. But here he was, his face filled with anguish, looking between me, Issca, and the baby like we were hiding some kind of terrible

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secret from him.

my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My heart was pounding, and I didn't know how to explain this

such a

stammered, trying to make sense of the situation, but he cut me off,

he asked, gesturing toward Issca. "Is

Doris, what is going

flush with embarrassment and confusion. How had this spiraled so quickly into something so absurd? Issca, who had been silent up until now, finally

arms. "This isn't what you think. Doris

his confusion deepening. "Then what is this?" he demanded, his voice still harsh. "Why does this baby look like Oliver? Doris, you can't expect me to

finally finding their way to the surface. "Nathan, stop! You're misunderstanding everything. This baby isn't mine, and there's nothing going on between me and Issca. She's right-we're just friends. Best friends. You're blowing this way

eyes wild with a mix of anger and hurt. He turned toward Issca's bodyguard, his own bodyguard stepping forward as if preparing for a fight. The air around us thickened with tension, and I could feel

escalation, took a step toward Nathan's bodyguard, his expression

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