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

Chapter 57 Chapter

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The walls were painted in soft blues and greens, and toys and books filled the shelves. There was even a small drawing station with art supplies, and a comfortable bed draped in the softest blankets.

"I thought he'd be more comfortable here," Carlos said, his tone casual, but there was something else in his eyes-something softer.

I turned to him, surprised. "You prepared all of this for him?"

Carlos shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I had it set up after you agreed to stay. I just wanted him to feel at home."

Cyrus's eyes

lit up as he took in the room, and he ran over to the toys, his earlier sadness momentarily forgotten. "Mama! Look! There's everything I like!"

I smiled, my heart swelling at the sight of him happy again, even after the difficult day he had endured. I hadn't expected Carlos to be so thoughtful, but here it was-a room full of warmth and care for my son.

Next, Carlos showed me my room, which was right next to Cyrus's. When I stepped inside, I was taken aback once again. The space was beautiful, elegant but comfortable. Clothes, cosmetics, and even jewelry were laid out neatly, waiting for

1. me.

this is..." I trailed off, running my fingers over the soft fabric of the clothes hanging in the closet. They were expensive, luxurious-far beyond anything I had ever owned. "You didn't have to do

again, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. "It's just stuff. I wanted

not quite sure how to respond. The kindness he

Pleas Bud

overwhelming. I hadn't expected any of this. I turned to him, searching for the right words, but

to settle in," he said quietly,

my lap. I glanced around the room, taking in the lavish surroundings. I couldn't help but

You'd be surprised. His

slightly at the thought. It seemed so out of character for Carlos to

before.

that night, I made my way downstairs, feeling

Carlos in the sitting room, a glass of wine in his hand. He glanced up as I

maid follow you?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I told you the house

to having people follow me around. I figured I could

the matter. Instead, he picked up another glass and poured me a drink, holding it out

hesitated for a moment, thinking about everything that had happened-Cyrus's illness, moving into Carlos's house, Sienna's betrayal. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Without a word, I took the glass from his

I said quietly. "I could use

silence, the weight