After a prolonged silence, Sebastian gently placed his hands on his grandmother’s shoulders, his expression resolute.
“First, I need to do something,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with determination. “I need to forget about what Amelia is going to do when she finds out or how she’ll react. I can’t keep living in fear of her next move.”
Eleanor’s eyes softened as she looked up at him, concern etched into her features. “Okay. But remember, you shouldn’t do anything bad just to get even. You should do it because you need her. You still love her, don’t you?”
Sebastian sighed, his gaze distant as he nodded. “I know, Granny. And it’s not just about her. I need my son too.”
Eleanor blinked, her surprise evident. “Son? What are you saying, Sebastian?”
“Amelia has a son,” he revealed,
