Olivia’s POV
Nate’s knuckles were all bruised up and even his entire body vibes oozed tiredness and frustration. I asked Gen to look after the kids and took Nate to our bedroom. I don’t want the kids to see their dad hurt or any scene of violence. Nate hurriedly kissed the foreheads of the kids and followed me to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and I got the first aid box from the bathroom counter. I started to clean his wound and thinking about how he got them. Nate has always avoided violence and suddenly why would he resort to one giving him bruises?
“Liv, talk to me?” He whispered to me. I stayed silent and just looked down at his bruises. He cupped my cheeks and made me look up to him.
“How did you get these?” My voice was full of worry.
“The man we have in captive was denyi
