Chapter 2036 Lines Drawn
- Elena stood ramrod-straight, fingers carving crescents into her palms as restrained fury pulsed beneath her tailored sleeves. "Nathaniel is my son. If your heart feels nothing, mine does. Keeping him tethered to that old fox Robert only cuts him deeper each day."
- Across the room， Wren tasted humiliation like iron on his tongue. With Nathaniel, Cecilia, and the children present, pride slipped from his shoulders and landed on the polished floor for everyone to see.
- He waved his hand. "Enough. The children are here—stop this. You were never like this before."