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."

learned to 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 Cyrus

you could take a break. Spend some time with Cyrus instead of running around meeting clients with me. Think of it as a

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

while Cyrus runs wild in this

attention, and it wasn't often I got the chance to be in one place with him

activity. The servants moved around, setting up the dining table with candles and cutlery for

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

scooping Cyrus up effortlessly and giving him a stern, yet affectionate look. "It's alright," he said

for this. Cyrus needs to learn boundaries. You're

not used to being challenged in his own home. "It's not spoiling him, Doris. There are rules in the

Royal Family, Carlos. We're not living by some rigid

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 better than to push him when he wasn't ready to

Chapter 78

I stood there, the silence in the room felt heavy. I could hear the soft thud of my heart, pounding against my chest as my thoughts spiraled. Was I being unreasonable? Perhaps my instincts

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