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

Chapter 78

I laughed,

shaking my head. "Blair, please. It's not the luxury that he loves. It's the people here who make him feel welcome."

Blair chuckled but didn't push the joke any further. He knew me well enough to know that I wasn't impressed by the extravagance of the house. Cyrus wasn't either. Sure, the place was stunning, but that's not why we felt comfortable here. It was Carlos' kindness and the way the staff treated us that made all the difference.

Blair came armed with countless orders from our clients. We sat down to go over them, his laptop open and spreadsheets spread across the table between us. It was

a lot to take in, but I was used to this kind of work. I was methodical,

double-checking every detail, ensuring we didn't miss anything. One order, in particular, caught my attention, and I frowned.

"We need to check their creditworthiness before we proceed with this one," I said firmly, tapping the document. "I'm not risking it."

Blair raised an eyebrow but nodded. "You're right. Better safe than sorry. I'll make sure we do a thorough background check before moving forward."

going through the orders, making sure everything was in place. Blair seemed impressed with how efficiently we worked through it all, but for me, it was just another day of business. I had learned to be decisive, to act quickly it carefully. I couldn't afford to make mistakes, not in business and not in

could take a break. Spend some time

think my idea of a holiday is

while Cyrus runs wild in this

be in one place with him for so long. Reluctantly, I agreed, deciding to let Blair handle the client meetings on

candles and cutlery for dinner. Cyrus, as always, was full of energy,

stop that!" I called out when I saw him dash between two maids carrying plates. "You're

and giving him a stern, yet affectionate look. "It's alright," he said to the

you can't always blame the staff for this. Cyrus needs to learn boundaries. You're spoiling

him, Doris. There are rules in the PACK. And

crossed my arms, my frustration bubbling over. "This isn't the Royal Family, Carlos. We're not living by some rigid set of rules. He's a kid, and he

with Cyrus still in his arms. I watched him go, feeling

Chapter 78

heart, pounding against my chest as my thoughts spiraled. Was I being unreasonable? Perhaps my instincts were clouded by fear

experience and knowledge of the PACK, had a point, but did that mean I had to sacrifice my child's freedom? As uncertainty gnawed at me, I resolved to find a way to discuss it with Carlos later, to bridge the gap between our viewpoints, but for now,