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

Chapter 74

I couldn't help but smile as I looked at my son. He had indeed grown, both physically and mentally. He ran up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Mom! You're back!" His excitement was infectious, and I hugged him tightly. "Of course, I'm back," I said, brushing a hand through his hair. "And I've missed you so much."

On the way home, Cyrus sat in the backseat, chattering excitedly about his time at Carlos's house. "Mom, you're doing so well with your work," he said proudly. "I promise, when I grow up, I'll help you and always be there for you."

His words warmed my heart. Cyrus was growing up too fast, but I was glad to see he was already thinking about how to support me in the future. "Thank you, sweetheart," I replied softly. "That means everything to me."

Just as life was starting to settle down, something unexpected happened. I was driving towards the office one afternoon when I saw her-Sienna, walking down the street with Asher. My heart stopped, and my entire body tensed. Anger surged through me, and I felt a tingling in my limbs, as if I couldn't move. Tina, my wolf, let out a howl of pain inside me, reflecting the deep hurt I was feeling.

Before I knew it, I had pulled over, thrown open the door, and started chasing after her. But Sienna, as if sensing my presence, disappeared into the crowd before I could reach her. My body was trembling, and Tina cursed Nathan with venomous anger. My thoughts quickly turned to Nathan. Why was Sienna walking around freely? He had promised me that she would face consequences.

Without thinking, I headed straight to Nathan's office. I stormed past his secretary, who tried to stop me. "Doris, wait! He's in an important meeting," she said, but I ignored her, too filled with rage to care. Eventually, she relented, and I burst into the meeting room, all eyes

on me.

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I said, my voice trembling with anger. "Why did you bail out

he asked, standing up from his

"I saw her

arm. "Doris, calm down. I don't

it was unmistakable.

to me, despite being my father. He was never the loving, supportive figure I needed growing up. Instead, he had always shown a blatant preference

matter what I did, it was never enough for him. My accomplishments were invisible in comparison to hers, and the little attention I craved was always withheld, leaving me in

all he said was, "That's nice, Doris," barely glancing at it before turning his attention to Sienna. She was showing off a simple drawing she had made. He gushed over it, praising her talent as

when my parents initially

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