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.

and I couldn't help but think about how justice was finally catching

remained serious.

"What is

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

then continued. "People don't take kindly to losing money, especially when there's a lot at stake. It could get very messy. Stefan

I was hearing. "Wait, Stefan is being hunted? Seriously?". It was hard to

disbelief as the news sank in: Stefan was being hunted. My father, the man I had once admired, was now in such a

and business. "Maybe I was too harsh," I thought. "Too determined to make him pay for the pain he caused

had abandoned us without a second thought. "He left us to fend for

these years, he had bailed out Sienna- that vicious woman who put Cyrus in danger. "He chose her over me, over his own grandson,"

I felt. I couldn't believe he chose Sienna, the woman who had hurt our family. "How could he be so blind?" I whispered, feeling

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and picked someone who didn't care about us. Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. I felt so empty and

in my mind. Yes, he was in this mess because of his own choices, but could I really watch him suffer? The idea of sending him financial aid crossed my mind,

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 his