Ava never expected Ryan to understand her — their relationship was purely transactional. But being slandered inside and outside the house? That crossed a line. She was done holding back.
Just as her anger flared, she felt a tiny tug on her clothes. She looked down to see Henry standing by her side, his sleepy eyes dazed and confused, filled with helplessness.
Ava immediately let go of Ryan's collar, her expression softening like a switch had flipped.
"Sweetheart, where'd you come from?"
Henry pointed at the bed. There was a small dent in the blankets where he'd been hidden under the covers.
"You were napping there? You little rascal. Come on, Mommy will take you downstairs to play ball." She scooped him into her arms and left the room.
Right after they left, Edmund walked in, amuseme
