Chapter 170

Alexander’s car screeched to a stop in front of his mother’s estate, his heart hammering in his chest.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he spotted Emm’s car parked in the driveway. His breath hitched, his anxiety skyrocketing.

So she’d heard, too and she has come as soon as she was possible

His chest tightened as the familiar pangs of guilt and regret clawed at him.

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Was his mother really gone without knowing her grandkids? His aw clenched as he thought of his mother’s endless love for him, her sacrifices, and the one thing she had always wanted: grandchildren. He had robbed her of the joy of knowing Emily and Ethan, of watching them grow, all because of his blind anger and pride.

The weight of his mistake hit him like a tidal wave.

How was he to make it right now?

Alexander swallowed the lump in his throat, pushed the car door open and bolted toward the entrance.

His heart raced with every step, attempting to outrun the dread building inside him. His footsteps echoed like the ticking of a time bomb, each step pulling him closer to what he thought was an inevitable moment of grief and despair.

He burst through the front doors, his eyes scanning the entry for a crying Emma or anxiously pacing Vivian. But, nothing could have prepared him for the scene that greeted him inside.

disbelief, he froze in

mom, ALIVE. She sat on a huge rug in the middle of the living

them. Her laughter bubbled through the room, a melody Alexander hadn’t

did nothing but stood there, his chest growing tighter with emotions he

since the moment he knew about

how long he stood there staring, but finally, five pairs of eyes turned

gaze lit up with excitement. Emma sat frozen, her face turning red. She hadn’t expected him to show at all.

Vivian’s face

her feet, smoothing out imaginary dust off her

a quiet

on his thoughts, a vibrant voice pierced the air, filled with excitement

Chapter 170

“Mr. Handsome!”

head jerked in that direction, his heart

up, running towards him with opened

Ethan up in a warm, heart–melting embrace. Everything else faded into the background as he

holding the boy tightly, his voice soft but thick with

enough to look him in the eyes with

thumb brushing the softness of the boy’s cheek. “It’s an honor to

more, saying, “Mom

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