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."

be decisive, to act quickly it carefully. I couldn't afford to make mistakes, not in business and not in my personal life. I was responsible for more than just myself now. I had

you could take a break.

smirked. "A holiday, huh? I don't think my idea of a

while Cyrus runs wild

wasn't often I got the chance to be in one place with him for so long. Reluctantly, I agreed, deciding to let

with activity. The servants moved around, setting up the dining table with candles and cutlery for dinner. Cyrus, as always, was full of energy, running around

saw him dash between two maids carrying plates. "You're going to make a

alright," he said to the staff, "just make sure to keep an eye on him. He could've

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

home. "It's not spoiling him, Doris. There are rules in the PACK. And those rules include

not living by some rigid set of rules.

unspoken, something I couldn't quite read. But instead of explaining, he just shook his head and walked away with Cyrus still in his arms. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and confusion. There was something Carlos wasn't telling me. I could feel it, but I knew

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my heart, pounding against my chest as my thoughts spiraled. Was I being unreasonable?

all his 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, I