His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Sienna smiled smugly at me, but when she turned to Nathan, her face softened again. "Nathan, don't get mad at my sister. She's just strong and probably didn't mean to hurt me."

Nathan looked at her with admiration. "You always have such a soft

heart, remembering that you're sisters. But Doris..... she's forgotten all

that."

He turned to me, his eyes icy. "This is your fault. I won't let anyone hurt Sienna. Apologize."

I refused to bow to him, and Nathan's patience wore thin. With a cold

glance, he signaled the bodyguards to teach me a lesson.

Before they could act, Sienna stepped forward, her voice sweet but sharp. "Doris is my sister, after all," she said, casting a glance at

Nathan. "These bodyguards are too strong. I'm afraid they might hurt her."

Nathan's expression softened slightly as Sienna continued, her tone shifting. "But it's about time my sister learned a lesson and lost thatProperty © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

bad temper of hers. Why don't I play the villain so she'll remember it?" Without hesitation, Sienna stepped up and slapped me hard across the face. Her long nails scratched deep into my skin, and I felt the sting as blood dripped down my cheek. The pain was sharp, but the emotional agony hit me harder. I stared at Nathan numbly, barely registering the

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Sienna, her face suddenly filled with false remorse, retreated into Nathan's arms. "Oh no, what have I done? I hurt my sister by accident... I should pull out all my nails," she gasped, reaching for her hand dramatically. Nathan gently stopped her, taking her hand in his. "Don't hurt

yourself," he said softly, concern evident in his eyes. Then, turning his gaze toward me, his expression hardened. "It's your own fault. Don't you know how to dodge?"

I stayed silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. The hatred in my heart for him only grew in that moment. →

"Doris, enough," Nathan said impatiently, as if the conversation had dragged on too long. "I'll take your son camping next month, alright? Isn't that enough?"

Next month? How many "next months" does he think Oliver has left?

Time was slipping away, and my poor son was going to leave this

world without ever truly knowing his father's love.

Sienna, still playing her part, clung to Nathan's side with a pitiful look. "Nathan, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to spoil the child's lying habits. I didn't realize my sister would take it so personally," she said, her voice dripping with innocence. 14:55