He stared blankly at Clara, the jingle ball in his hand rolling under the coffee table until it fell silent.
The room quieted instantly.
All eyes were fixed on the four-year-old boy.
Felix might be young, but he understood everything.
He knew his mother had cried many times because of that man. He also knew that man was his father.
But his mother hadn't liked him before, so he hadn't dared to acknowledge him.
Now…
Felix pursed his lips, glancing at his mother’s red-rimmed eyes, then at Daddy Simon and his grandparents standing nearby.
After a long moment, he lowered his head and asked in a small voice.
“Mommy, if I call him that, will you cry?”
A pang of sorrow struck Clara’s heart. She pulled the boy into a fierce hug, her voice thick with emotion. “No. Mommy won’t cry. Mommy will be happy.”
Felix reached out a small hand and patted Clara’s back gently, sighing. “Alright then.”
“Besides… he seems pretty pathetic.”
“Since it makes you happy, I guess I can reluctantly acknowledge him. But he has to promise me that he’ll always listen to you from now on.”
-
As Clara reached the hospital room door, she heard Mia Huntington’s voice.
“Rhys, you have to listen to me. Can we please just hang up the police uniform? Your grandfather is in his final days. Why not come back to the Huntington family and live a comfortable life?”
Silence filled the room for two seconds before Rhys replied.
“No.”
“Do you want to live, or do you want that uniform!” Mia exclaimed, her voice sharp with frustration as she slapped the side of the bed. “Back when Clara was still around, if you had just put a little more energy into your family, the two of you wouldn’t be in this mess. Look at you now! You barely look human!”

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