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

Chapter

50

"Why?" I asked, unable to mask the confusion in my voice. "Aren't you swamped with work? Why are you offering to take us home?"

Carlos didn't even blink. "If Nathan sees you with a boy who looks exactly like his dead son, he's going to come after you."

My heart skipped a beat. Nathan. Of course. Nathan had already been suspicious back at the park, and now that Carlos had put it into words, I realized the danger I could be in. Cyrus did look so much like Oliver, Nathan's lost child. It wasn't something I could ignore anymore. Nathan wasn't someone to be taken lightly. I nodded silently, suddenly feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Carlos was right. As much as I disliked his bluntness, he always had a way of cutting through the noise and seeing things for what they were.

We made our way back to my house, the ride quiet and tense. I could feel the

anticipation building in the air, an uneasy feeling that something was waiting for

there was Nathan, standing outside with his beta. His face was red with

with anger.

question hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off. Lfelt my stomach twist in knots as Nathan glared

the stillness of the street, and for a moment, I was sure

His Pleas. But Our Son's

bit of the

my voice trembling with cold fury. "Just now, Sienna came after Cyrus, my son, trying to hurt him, and where were you? You didn't do a thing. You didn't

for years. Everything I'd gone through, the years of silence, the abandonment, the moments where I had stood alone-all of it

start now? All you need to know is that this

ground in front of me. The sight of him kneeling there, looking up at me with desperate, pleading eyes, filled me with a strange mixture of disbelief and anger. Was this the same man? "Please," Nathan begged,

It was insulting. "You have a child with Sienna, don't you?" I said sharply, iny