"Mommy..."
"Finally, you woke up, sweetheart..." Evelyn said, her voice trembling with relief as she hurried to the bedside.
She deliberately ignored the intense stare from Mr. Iceberg himself, who had stood up from the stool as if trying to give her some space.
With practiced ease, Axel released Oliver's hand, smooth and casual, as though it meant nothing.
However, Oliver had other plans. Her son wouldn't let Axel disappear into the background like some bodyguard on standby.
"Mommy, look, look who's here... It's Mr. Axel Knight!" Oliver's eyes beamed as if he'd just discovered a superhero coming to visit him.
Evelyn suddenly finds her throat going dry, catching her off guard.
"I know... of course I know... because he's your father, Oliver." Evelyn wanted to say that, but the words only lingered at her throat, never past her lips.
She forced a soft smile for her son and darted a glance at Axel.
