When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 450

I stood frozen in place.

Ike wriggled out of his restraints and rushed back to me like a little cub, clutching my legs as tears streamed down his face. “That’s not true, Uncle, you’re being so unfair!”

Hearing this, Gregory chuckled, his gaze steady on me. “Is that so?”

I guessed he had misunderstood something. The things he said were meant to test me. He was staring at me, waiting for me to provide a contradicting answer. This was probably the last chance he was giving me.

Slowly, I diverted my gaze, crouching down to hug the sobbing Ike, wiping away his tears. “It’s okay, Ike. Uncle was wrong. Can you give your sister a little time? I need to explain something to your uncle, alright?”

The little munchkin blinked his teary long lashes, his voice soft and milky. “Okay…”

“Chris.” I dialed Christine’s number.

She answered with confusion, “What’s up?”

“Can you come up to the fifth floor? Take Ike to the birthday party, will you?”

“Sure.” Christine sensed something was off in my tone and agreed promptly, but she couldn’t help asking with concern, “What’s going on?”

I pressed my lips together, “I’ll explain tonight.”

arrived to take Ike away, leaving me and Gregory alone, one standing outside,

him, licking my dry lips. “Gregory, has anyone ever

childish?”

in tears, it was rare to hear him say anything nice. But as a child, I was the same. Spoiled, willful. We were born the same, but the experiences of the past twenty–plus years had changed me, forced me

tapped his cheek with his tongue, “Jane, you won’t even give me an explanation before you start

looking at him. “Is it about what happened two

“Yes.”

“You looked into me?”

Chapter 450

“Yes.”

“What did you find?”

“What do you think?”

counter–question, I fell silent. For the last two years, between searching for him, learning from Dave, and battling depression, I can barely say I did

colder, and I immediately understood what he was upset about. Somehow gathering my courage, I stepped forward, disregarding his icy demeanor, and stood right in front

him.

unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me slightly, responding with

my strength, wrapping my arms around his neck, stepping back, my eyes glistening with tears, my voice soft yet firm, “Me and Mark,

abroad, I lived in a house that was Mark’s; he did take good care of me, but it was just that,

thinking it over, this was what he must have been upset about. I wasn’t sure at first,

deliberately stern, “What else, Jane?

taken aback, “What else did

I have

extent of his network, but since he found out even where I lived was Mark’s, he must know everything