His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

As my memories of the past faded, I returned to the present, standing face-to-face with Stefan, my father. The years apart hadn't softened him, and seeing him now, I realized that the distance between us was not just physical but emotional, too. His expression was cold, as it had always been.

There was no warmth, no concern-just that same indifference that had defined our entire relationship. I felt a familiar pang of disappointment, the kind that had haunted me since childhood, but this time, I wasn't that little girl looking for his approval. I was stronger now, but facing him still sent a chill down my spine.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Finally, he turned to me, his voice as icy as his gaze. His presence seemed to suck the warmth out of the room, leaving me feeling more isolated than ever.

"I paid Sienna's bail," he said flatly. "Nathan has nothing to do with any of this."

Hearing those words stung, but I wasn't surprised. Stefan had always been biased toward Sienna, and this time was no different. I felt a sinking feeling in my chest, a mix of anger and desperation, as I realized once again that this man was my father. The same man who had always put Sienna first, no matter the cost.

"Why?" I demanded, my voice trembling with frustration. "She's dangerous! Sienna is trying to kill her own nephew-my son, Cyrus."

Stefan didn't flinch. His expression remained cold, even as I raised my voice. "But hasn't that happened yet?" he asked dismissively, as if the threat to my child was insignificant until something actually happened.

I could barely believe what I was hearing. My own father was so blinded by his loyalty to Sienna that he couldn't see the danger she posed. He didn't care about Cyrus, and he didn't care about me. I was nothing to him compared to her.

Before I could respond, Nathan stepped forward. "Stefan, this isn't right," he said

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firmly. "Even if Cyrus wasn't physically harmed, it doesn't change the fact that what Sienna did was serious. She needs to be punished before she makes more

mistakes."

Stefan let out a mocking laugh, cutting Nathan off. "You used to love Sienna, didn't you?" he sneered. "And now you don't want to protect the woman you once claimed to love, all because of this divorced woman?" He gestured dismissively toward me, as if I were the problem.

Nathan's expression hardened. "I don't love Sienna anymore," he said quietly, his eyes meeting mine. "That's over. But this isn't about her or me. It's about what she did and the danger she poses."

I wasn't in the mood to hear Nathan's personal confessions. None of that mattered to me right now. All I cared about was getting Sienna back where she belonged-in prison. I wasn't going to stand by and let her threaten my son's life again.

"I don't care about your history with Sienna," I snapped, my patience running thin. "She's dangerous, and she needs to be sent back to prison immediately."

Nathan looked as though he wanted to say more, but I wasn't interested in hearing it. My focus was on Cyrus, on protecting him from the threat that Sienna still posed. Every second she remained free was another chance for her to hurt him. "This isn't some petty argument," I continued, my voice rising. "This is about my child's life. Sienna has crossed a line, and there's no coming back from that. I won't rest until she's behind bars where she belongs." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my desperation to shield Cyrus growing with every word.

Nathan nodded, and I could see he was on my side, but Stefan remained silent, his gaze never wavering from me. It was clear he wasn't going to help.

Feeling overwhelmed, I pulled out my phone and dialed Carlos. I had no other choice. In moments like these, he was the only person I trusted to help me think clearly. As soon as he picked up, I let the words spill out, telling him everything-about Sienna, about Stefan's betrayal, and about my fear for Cyrus.

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Carlos listened quietly, his voice calm when he finally spoke. "Doris, you need to calm down," he said gently. "I'm going to arrange for a lawyer right away. Don't worry, we'll handle this."

I felt a wave of guilt wash over me for bothering him again, but Carlos brushed it off with ease. "It's fine, really," he reassured me. "I'm happy to do it."

His words were a comfort, but I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness as I left the confrontation with Stefan behind me. I made my way to the kindergarten to pick up Cyrus, but my mind was still reeling. As soon as I saw Vesta, I broke down, telling her everything that had happened.

"I should have believed the neighbor when he warned me about Sienna," I said, my voice full of regret. "I didn't take it seriously, and now look what's happened."

Vesta listened patiently, her face full of concern. She placed a hand on my shoulder, offering me the support I so desperately needed.

"I should have believed the neighbor when he warned me about Sienna," I said, my voice full of regret. "I didn't take it seriously, and now look what's happened."

Vesta listened patiently, her face full of concern. She placed a hand on my shoulder, offering me the support I so desperately needed. "Doris, it's not your fault," she said softly. "You couldn't have known she'd go this far. But now that you do, you have to protect yourself and Cyrus."

I nodded, my mind racing with all the possible dangers that Sienna could bring once she was out of prison again. I wasn't afraid of her for myself, but Cyrus-he was the one at risk. Sienna had already tried to harm him once, and I knew she wouldn't hesitate to try again. Vesta seemed to read my thoughts. "You should come stay at my place," she suggested. "It's safer there, and I'll be with you. We can make sure nothing happens to Cyrus."

I was about to agree when my phone rang again. It was Carlos.