MISTAKE 188

Chapter 188: The role of a father

"Henry," he called out, his voice thick with desperation. "Henry, it's me... It's your father."

But the boy remained rooted to the spot, his tiny frame trembling violently as he clung to the safety of the teacher's skirts.

He recalled this man. Henry wondered if he had come to take him back to that place. His shaking did not stop. He trembled greatly. This made the teachers defensive.

"Sir, step back!" they warned.

"This is my son; I only came to see him," Charles insisted.

"Sir, we do not care. You are not on the list. Step back or we will be calling the police," a teacher warned.

Richard arrived quickly.

As Richard took in the unfolding scene, his expression darkened, his jaw clenching in a silent display of barely restrained fury.

Without a word, he brushed past the teachers and strode toward the gates.

"Who are you?" Charles asked. He could tell the man was angry, and he became defensive.

But Richard didn't so much as break stride; his steely gaze locked onto the trembling form of

Chappies The talk of a fathe

beyond the

teachers parted like the red sea. No one needed to tell them

memory, Henry did the unthinkable. With a strangled cry of relief, the boy broke free from his paralysis and rushed toward Richard, his tiny arms outstretched in a desperate embrace. "Daddy!" he wailed, his voice thick

he

into his arms, murmuring soft reassurances into the boy's ear,

the man who had

Richard was ready, his movements swift and decisive. In a blur of motion, he shifted Henry's weight to one arm and turned to face Charles head-on, his free hand lashing out in

blow caught Charles squarely on the jaw, the force of the impact sending him staggering back, stars exploding

crashed to the ground in an undignified heap, his world

though mocking him. Henry was

The role

discharged from the hospital. He decided

his shoulders as he passed through the security checks and made his way to the visitation area, his footsteps echoing against the cold. concrete

eyes narrowing upon seeing Martin. She took her seat across from him, her lips curling into a cruel smirk that sent a chill down his spine. It was

asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "Why did you try to

life?"

chair with a nonchalant air. "You were just a weak man, Martin," she sneered, her words cutting deeper than any blade. "You pretended to be an alpha male, but in reality, you were nothing more than a pathetic fool." Martin's

room, sending chills down Martin's spine. "Don't you remember?" she taunted. "All those properties you claimed to own? They belonged to your ex-wife, the one who died before you had the misfortune of crossing paths with me." Martin's jaw clenched, and he could feel the anger bubbling within him like a volcano on the of his pride and possessions with verge of eruption. How dare she mock him, stripping h her cruel

moment the words left his lips, Gina's demeanor changed. Her eyes widened, and her

role of a

reaching for Martin's throat, prompting the guards to intervene and restrain her. Martin watched in a mixture

bastard!" she screamed, her voice raw with fury.

left the prison, his mind reeling from the confrontation. He made his way to the modest apartment he had rented during his hospital stay, the familiar streets offering little solace as a sense of

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