Rosé,
After the officers left Ethan with me, Draven stayed behind. Surprisingly, I didn't feel anger or resentment toward him. Instead, I felt something else—pity. Ethan called him "Uncle."
And Draven never once called Ethan his son.
But the resemblance was undeniable. No matter how much he denied it, the truth never remained in the dark forever.
"Rosé! He isn’t leaving. Should I stay behind?" Ken's voice was low, his concern evident as he glanced toward Draven. He had been watching him from the corner of his eye while keeping himself occupied with work.
Ken didn’t trust him at all.
I shook my head, picking up a small container and filling it with fresh raspberries for Ken. "Don’t worry. I need to talk to him privately. We can’t just avoid the elephant in the room. He must
