âLittle Ian, you will be sharing a room with Matt from now on, okay? Vivi and Mommy will stay in the
other room.â
âOkay.â
The little rascal had completely recovered and was sitting in the backseat as he hugged his brand new
pajamas. His cool features could not contain his excitement and contentment at that moment.
His wish had always been that simple, and it was finally going to be fulfilled.
When Sasha caught his smile through the rearview mirror, she couldnât help feeling ecstatic as well.
They soon reached the preschool and picked up the two other rascals., who were delighted when they
got into the car and heard that their brother would be moving in with them.
âYay! I love having Ian staying with us!â
Vivian had always been a lively and passionate kid, so she practically tackled Ian, wrapping her tiny,
plump arms around him to welcome him in the warmest manner.
Matteo was just as excited.
However, he was still bothered by what had happened the previous night, so he held his brotherâs hand
and asked out of concern, âIan, are you okay? What happened last night? Is it becauseâ?â
Ian already had his head lowered before Matteo could finish his sentence.
His expression exuded a hint of guilt and panic as he did so.
Upon noticing that, Matteo didnât say anything.
So my speculation is spot-on. He was deliberately putting on an act to prevent Mommy and Daddy from
getting a divorceâ¦
Matteo finally understood what had happened, and the way he looked at his brother changed instantly.
For a moment there, he was filled with conflicting emotions. There was one thing that Matteo was
certain of, though.
He never blamed Ian for his actions.
Silly kidâ¦
Matteo draped his tiny arm around his brotherâs shoulder and comforted him, âItâll be fine. I know youâre
only doing this to prevent Mommy and Daddy from getting a divorce, so I donât blame you at all.â
Ian lifted his head upon hearing those words.
âReally?â
âOf course. That was also the issue I wanted to discuss with you when I called you earlier. I donât want
them to get a divorce either, so I wanted to brainstorm some ideas with you,â Matteo confessed to his
brother in a low voice.
Matteoâs words managed to put Ian at ease.
After clearing all misunderstandings, the three kids resumed their usual playfulness. As always, Ian
was sitting quietly like a young gentleman while Matteo and Vivian caused mayhem.
About twenty minutes later, they arrived at the apartment complex.
âI wanna hold Ianâs new pajamas! Give it to me!â
âThen Iâll help Ian with his new slippers.â
âAlright, alright. Iâll take his blanket then. Shall we cook up a feast to welcome Ian?â
Sasha couldnât resist chiming in when she saw Matteo and Vivian fighting to help Ian carry his things.
Ianâs lips curled up as well. He had never experienced that kind of happiness and warmth before.
Seeing his mommy and siblings help him with his things prompted him to dash over to them and take
back his toiletries.
Sasha smiled as she watched her kids having fun.
It was truly a happy and heartwarming scene.
After they got into their unit, Sasha went to make the bed for her son, but she received a call before
she could finish her task.
âHello?â
âMadam, did you take Mr. Ian over to your place?â asked Luke.
Sasha turned around and took a glance at her eldest son, who was playing with the bedsheetâs
packaging with his siblings before she nodded.
âYeah, I did. Whatâs wrong? Did Sebastian ask you to take him back? If so, please tell him to let Ian
stay here for the night. Ianâs mood is a little off, and spending the night here with his siblings can help
him relax.â
Sasha thought that Luke was calling because Sebastian wanted Ian home.
However, Luke shook his head and replied, âThatâs not it, madam. His aunt is here, and Mr. Hayes told
me to fetch him back for dinner.â
âWho did you say has returned?â
Sasha, who was busy making the bed, turned pale when she heard those words and froze in place like
a statue.
âHis aunt, Ms. Sabrina. Have you forgotten about her, madam?â asked Luke.
Luke assumed that Sasha didnât remember, so he courteously reminded her over the phone.
Ms. Sabrina? Of course I havenât forgotten her. How could I? I will probably remember her existence
even after I die. She is the first person who taught me what being stabbed in the back felt like.
That was why Sasha remembered that woman, even after all those years. In fact, the mere mention of
her name sounded like a nightmare to Sasha.
Sabrina Hayes!
Sashaâs gaze turned hostile as she replied, âLittle Ian is busy today. Heâs sick and canât attend any
social gatherings or parties.â
After saying her piece, Sasha hung up the call.
Luke was utterly speechless.
Holy crap. That certainly went well. How am I going to explain all this to Mr. Hayes?
Luke felt that things had gotten out of hand.
But what he had not expected was that someone arrived at Sashaâs apartment right after she hung up
the call.
âExcuse me, is this Ms. Wandâs place? Weâre here to pick Mr. Ian up.â