Milo nodded obediently, casting one last curious glance at Brayden before retreating to his room.
As the door closed, Alessia and Brayden were left alone, the weight of their shared history hanging heavily in the air.
After a long while, Brayden couldn’t help but break the silence. ‘Well, you have a smart son.’
Alessia’s eyes narrowed as she stared at Brayden.
‘I’m afraid you’ve forgotten that I did not give birth to only one son, but two,’ she retorted, her tone sharp and cutting.
Brayden’s face froze, and he averted his gaze, unable to meet Alessia’s piercing eyes.
Guilt washed over him, etching lines of remorse on his handsome face.
Alessia observed him closely, her lips pursed.
‘Sorry, Alessia,’ Brayden muttered, his eyes filled with bitterness. ‘I blame mysel
