My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 230

David’s thumb brushed away the tears on his cheeks.

“Listen to me,” David said, voice low but steady. “People like her don’t know the truth. And she has no right to talk about you or your mother.”

Danish looked away, still upset. “You said you won’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t.” David shook his head. “I never lied to you. You’re my son. I wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t true.”

Danish rubbed his eyes. “But she said…”

David took a deep breath. “I don’t care what she said. I know the truth. Your mum knows the truth. And you know your mum doesn’t lie to you, right?”

Danish nodded slowly.

“Good.” David brushed his hair gently. “So believe her. And believe me.”

Danish stared at him, confused and hurt. “Why did she hate me?”

David’s chest tightened again. “Some people don’t like things they don’t understand. And some people get jealous when they see something they want but can’t have.”

Danish frowned. “She wanted you?”

David’s ears warmed a bit. He never liked talking about this with anyone, let alone a child. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that she had no right to hurt you or talk about your mother.”

Danish sniffed again. “I want Mum.”

David swallowed. Here it came. The fear. The panic. The worry that Lily would take Danish away and never look back.

“I’ll take you to her,” David said softly. “But first, breathe. Calm down. Your mum will get scared if she sees you crying like this. And she’ll think I didn’t take care of you.”

Danish wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. “She’ll be really angry, right?”

David gave a slow nod. “Very.”

Danish looked up at him with wide eyes. “Will she shout at you?”

David almost smiled, but it was sad. “Maybe.”

Danish stepped closer to him, holding onto David’s jacket. “I don’t want her to shout at you.”

David froze a little. “Why not?”

“Because… you’re my dad.” Danish said it simply, like it was obvious. “And I don’t want you to be sad.”

Those words hit David right in the heart. Something warm and heavy rose inside his chest, something he wasn’t used to feeling.

He held Danish close, pulling him into a hug. Danish hugged him back tightly, still shaken but trying to be small and brave.

“It’s alright,” David whispered into his hair. “I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”

For a long moment, they stayed like that.

Then David stood up, holding Danish’s hand gently.

“Let's go,” he said. “I’ll take you to your mum. And I’ll handle everything else.”

Danish nodded, trusting him again.

But deep inside, David knew this wasn’t over.

“Let’s have lunch together,” David said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“No.” Lily checked the time on her phone. “I have somewhere to go. You and Danish can eat. I’ll eat later.”

David frowned at once. “Why are you so busy? You can’t even sit for lunch? And you didn’t have breakfast either.”

“Of course, I’m busy,” Lily shot back. “I have to take care of my son. And myself. I wasn’t born with a diamond spoon in my mouth.”

Her words were sharp. David sighed and stepped closer.

“I can take care of you and our son,” he said quietly. “From now on, you don’t have to pressure yourself so much. Just let go a little. Have lunch.”

His voice was serious, almost pleading.

Lily rolled her eyes. “I don’t need your penny. And why would you support me? I don’t have anything to do with you.”

David’s expression changed at once. His eyes sharpened like her words hurt him directly.

“Lily…,” he started, but she lifted her hand to stop him.

“Enough. Do we really have to argue every time we talk? Why can’t you just let me live how I want?” She rubbed her forehead like she was tired. “I’m already done with your nonsense.”

David looked utterly helpless. He felt like someone squeezing his heart. He wanted to fix things, but every time he opened his mouth, she walked further away from him.

She turned to Danish. “Okay. I’ll take Danish with me. You can go back to your work.”

“What? When did I say I’m busy?” David stepped forward fast. “I’ll go with you. I won’t disturb you. I promise.”

He wanted to make use of every second now. Every second mattered.