Chapter 7

Meanwhile, Joxan listened to the sounds outside, his small lips curving into a victorious grin. That’s what you get for bullying my mom. This is what you deserve for abandoning us! This is just a small taste of what’s coming. The real reckoning is still ahead! Joxan smirked in satisfaction, but he quickly wiped it away, replacing it with a pitiful sob. “Uncle, please don’t hit me! I really didn’t mean it! Just think of it like being wet by your own son. Please don’t tell my mommy—she’ll punish me!” His voice wobbled just enough to sound believable. Daimon, who had been furiously scrubbing his face, suddenly froze. My own son? The words hit him like a punch to the gut. If Enlyan hadn’t died… would their child be this boy’s age now? That painful memory resurfaced—the day he found the pregnancy report hidden in her drawer. The crushing regret that followed had never left him, and it never would. His gaze drifted to the mirror. He had never looked more disheveled—his damp hair clung to his