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.

I didn't know how to explain this to him. I

such a wild

sense of the situation, but he cut

he asked, gesturing toward

And this baby... Doris, what

spiraled so quickly into something so absurd? Issca,

forward with the baby in her arms. "This isn't what

demanded, his voice still harsh. "Why does this baby look like Oliver? Doris, you can't expect me to believe this is just a

the frustration building inside me, my words 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

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

sensing the escalation, took a step toward Nathan's bodyguard, his expression hardening. For

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