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.

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

his expression remained serious. "Now for the bad

"What

no 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 by dangerous people?"

when there's a lot at stake.

what I was hearing. "Wait, Stefan is being hunted? Seriously?". It was hard to wrap my mind around how quickly

sank in: Stefan was being hunted. My father, the man I had once admired, was now in such a sorry state. "How did

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

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

after all 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 told myself, feeling the fire of betrayal

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

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was like he forgot about the love we once had and picked someone who didn't care about us. Just thinking about it made my

like this was unbearable. "Should I offer him help?" The question looped 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, but

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 failed