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

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I sat up, putting the book aside as he approached.[]

"Good evening, Doris. Carlos." He nodded at Carlos, who had joined us in the living room.]

I took a deep breath, bracing myself. "What's the news?"]

He cleared his throat. "Well, I have some good news and some bad news.

S."

"Start with the good," I said quickly, needing something positive to latch onto.[]

"The good news is that Sienna has been indicted. This time, no one's paying her bail. She'll be going to jail soon."]]

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Finally. Sienna was going to pay for everything she'd done. "That's... that's great," I murmured, still trying to process the fact that it was really happening.

behind bars brought a smile to my face, and I couldn't help but

expression remained serious. "Now

"What is

one else could hear. "His business has collapsed. He owes a lot of money, and there are... dangerous people looking for him. His debts have caught up with him, and it's not looking good." My heart sank at the mention of Stefan. While I'd never been fond of him, hearing that he was in such dire straits made me uneasy. "What do you mean

kindly to losing money, especially when there's a lot at stake. It could

couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Wait, Stefan is being hunted? Seriously?". It was hard to wrap my mind around how quickly everything had fallen apart for

man I had once admired, was now in such a sorry state. "How did it come to this?" I muttered under

guilt hit me hard. I had played a role in ruining Stefan's pack and business. "Maybe I was too harsh," I thought. "Too determined

like a tidal wave. He had abandoned us without a second thought. "He left

that vicious woman who put Cyrus in danger. "He chose her over me, over his own grandson," I told myself, feeling the fire of betrayal burn

I thought about it, the more hurt I felt. I couldn't believe he chose Sienna, the woman who had hurt our family. "How could he

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we once had and picked someone who didn't care about us. Just thinking about it made my

the fact that he was my father. The thought of him dying like this was unbearable. "Should I offer him help?" The question looped in my mind. Yes, he was in this mess because of his

turmoil on my face. He walked over and sat beside me, his voice calm but firm. "I know you have a kind heart, Doris," he began, "but there's something you need to understand. Your father's situation isn't just about