The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396

Cassian’s POV

The hospital’s fluorescent lights hum with an angry frequency that matches my mood. I exchange terse words with the receptionist, get a direction, and stalk toward the

treatment area.

Remy is slumped in a chair in the hallway, a bright yellow smear of iodine stark against his pale forehead. A fresh wave of irritation, hot and immediate, surges through me. I stride toward him, ready to demand an explanation for whatever fresh chaos he’s caused.

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But my steps falter after three paces. My gaze, pulled by a deep instinct, shifts past him.

Gemma… and Jace?

They’re sitting together against the opposite wall, and Gemma looks up first.

Our eyes meet, but there is no surprise in her expression. Of course not, she saw Remy with me before.

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Her name leaves my lips before I can think. The sight of her here, overwrites everything else. My anger at Remy evaporates, replaced by a cold, sharp dread. I cross the space to her, my focus narrowing until the rest of the room blurs.

“Are you under the weather?” I ask, my voice tight with a concern that feels too loud in the quiet hall. “Why are you here at the hospital?”

The questions are for her, only for her. She shifts slightly in her seat, somewhat uncomfortable by my questions.

But I can’t seem to focus on anything else at all.

Gemma’s POV

It happens in a flash. The boy spots Cassian and his whole demeanor shifts from sullen to triumphant. He darts across the floor like a released spring and latches onto Cassian’s leg, pointing a dramatic, accusing finger straight at Jace and me.

“They both bullied me!”

Cassian’s face, already set in a grim line, transforms into

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pure confusion. He looks from the wailing child to us, his brow furrowing deeply. “What are you talking about?”

Encouraged by the audience, Remy launches into his performance. “I’m saying this woman pushed me in the cake shop! She made me fall! And she stole the strawberry cakes, the last two, even though she knew I wanted them!”

The lies are so brazen that for a second, I can only stare.

Anger, hot and clean, burns through my shock. I stand up from the plastic chair. “You little brat, stop spouting nonsense. There are cameras in that shop. If you lie, I’ll take you to the police station myself.”

My tone is ice, and it works. He flinches, diving to hide behind Cassian’s legs.

But with his human shield in place, his courage returns. He peers out, sticking his tongue out at me. “So what? You took my cake! You made me crash into the glass! It’s all your fault, you old witch!”

The insult hangs in the sterile air. I brace for Cassian’s automatic defense, for the cold glare he’ll turn on me It’s

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Instead of turning on me, Cassian’s hand moves. It’s not a hard slap, but a sharp, firm tap on the back of the boy’s head.

Whap.

“Ow!” Remy yelps, clutching the same spot already smeared with iodine. He looks up at Cassian, his face scrunching with betrayal and outrage. “What are you doing, Uncle!”

Uncle.

The word brings me a strange kind of relief, one that I didn’t even know I had been expecting.

Jace stiffens beside me. Uncle? He’s Cassian’s… nephew?

My mind reels, then scrambles to connect the dots. The resemblance is definitely there, in the stubborn set of the jaw, the dark hair.

I’m almost dizzy with relief, followed immediately by a sharp sense of shame. My hand had instinctively moved to my stomach, with the thoughts of their probable connection going a little too crazy. Of course, he is not his

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son, Gemma.

I force it back to my side, my face heating. I need to get a grip!

Cassian ignores the boy‘ theatrics. His voice is flat, uncompromising. “Apologize.”

Remy’s jaw drops. “I won’t! Why should I? I’m the one in the hospital! She should apologize to me, that old—!”

“I’ll say it again.” Cassian cuts him off, his tone dropping into something dangerous. “Apologize.”

I watch, mesmerized. I’ve never seen Cassian interact with a child. I’ve certainly never seen him be this stern, this utterly immovable. There’s a shocking, brutal fairness to it. He has the right mindset for this, a traitorous part of my brain observes. I immediately quash the thought. If Cassian Blackwell has the right mindset about anything, then the world has no twisted people left.

Remy must see the genuine threat in his uncle’s icy expression. He shuffles out from behind him, taking tiny, reluctant steps toward me. He doesn’t look at me. “Sorry. Okay?” The ‘okay‘ is clearly directed at Cassian, seeking

absolution.

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