“Okay!” Ryan grinned. “But it’s still so easy. Mommy just doesn’t know it yet.”
Mother turned back to her food quietly. Her face was calm, but her eyes held a storm.
The rest of dinner was quieter. Ryan leaned into his plate and began to eat, finally distracted. it. It
But I could feel mother’s gaze on me the entire time. I didn’t need to look at her to know what she was thinking.
It wasn’t going to be easy hiding this anymore.
LIANA’S POV
After dinner, when everything had quieted down and Ryan was already asleep, I sat on my bed brushing my hair when I heard a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” I said.
Mother stepped in, her expression calm but serious. She walked over slowly and sat at the edge of my bed. Her fingers were clasped together tightly in her lap.
She looked at me for a moment, then finally asked the question that had clearly been on her mind all evening.
“Liana… who’s the father of Ryan? Is it…”
But before she could finish, her phone rang loudly. She jumped slightly, fumbling for it.
“Hello?” she answered quickly.
There was a long pause. Then her eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth.
“He’s awake? My husband is awake?!”
I stood up instantly.
“He’s awake!” she gasped, already on her feet. “Your father’s awake!”
She rushed out of the room.
I grabbed my sweater and followed after her. as we got to the living room, Killian was already there, coming from the opposite direction, holding a sleepy Ryan in his arms.
“I was just coming to tell you,” Killian said breathlessly. “The nurse called. He’s conscious.”
Mother didn’t wait. She practically ran past him, heading for the car. Killian and I followed.
Mother sat in the back seat looking so nervous and whispering prayers under her breath.
En Sakety w Mather’s lap, half-asleep, his head resting on
When we got to the hospital, she didn’t wait for anyone. She swung the door open and hurried trailed behind, my stomach twisting.
The elevator ride felt endless. The hallway was too quiet.
When we reached the room, Mother pushed the door open, and there he was.
Dad shoulder. carrying Ryan gently. I
Sitting up in bed, awake, his eyes scanning the room.
“Daddy!” I cried out, rushing to him.
His arms opened wide, and I crashed into them. He hugged me so tight I could barely breathe.
*My daughter… oh, my baby… my princess… I thought I’d never see you again,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion.
I was sobbing. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry… for everything.”
He pulled me back just enough to hold my face in his hands. His eyes were glossy, his brows etched in pain.
“You have no idea how I dreamed of this day,” he said softly. “I waited. Every day. Every night. I kept my phone by my pillow, hoping I’d hear your voice.”
I kept on sobbing, “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry…”
Mother entered right then, setting Ryan down gently.
Dad’s eyes flicked to the little boy standing at her side, rubbing his eyes.
“Who’s that?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could say a word, Killian
Dad’s face changed instantly.
He stood from the bed without warning, surprising everyone.
Then WHAM.
His fist connected with Killian’s jaw.
“You!” Dad shouted. “You’re the reason she disappeared seven years ago, you bastard!”
He grabbed Killian by the shirt and hit him again.
And again.
And again.
Killian didn’t fight back. He just took it, blood on his lip, his head slightly bowed.
“You ruined her!” Dad shouted. “You destroyed my daughter’s life!”
“Daddy, stop! Please!” I screamed, trying to pull him back. “Please, you’re not strong enough-
Mother joined me, trying to pull Dad away from Killian.
“Stop it, stop it, what are you saying?!” she cried. “What do you mean he’s the reason?”
Dad was breathing heavily, his fists clenched, still staring at Killian like he wanted to tear him apart.
Without a word, he turned, reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed his phone. His hands were unlocked it and handed it to mother.
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