The bedroom door shook with a thunderous crash.
As soon as Adrian saw his father return, he tried to break free from his mother's grip to run over. Mila instinctively tightened her hold, her voice almost a whisper, pleading.
"Adrian, don't go."
Adrian, angry at what he perceived as deceit, jerked away forcefully and ran to his father, tears streaming down his face, clutching his leg as he wailed.
"Dad, Mom lied to me!"
Lysander glanced at the pale-faced woman crouched by the wide-open window, then looked down with a gentle smile, softly ruffling his son's hair.
"Oh, really?"
"Well, let me ask your mom what she lied about, okay?"
His gaze briefly flickered to Leonard, who stepped forward and gently picked up the child, carrying him out of the room.
Adrian was unhappy with his father's response and resisted, but he was no match for the adult's strength. As he was being carried away, he caught the faint sound of sobbing. It seemed to echo from the depths of his heart, drawing his eyes back to his mother, whose tear-streaked, helpless eyes met his.
He froze, his struggles weakening.
He had never seen his mother cry or looked so lost. Her eyes were filled with a despair he couldn't understand, a complexity that tugged at his young heart, leaving him feeling distressed.
"Mom..."
He called softly, wanting to go to her.
But Leonard held him tight, ignoring his struggles, and stepped out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.
Adrian stared at the closed door, tears welling up in his eyes. His voice was choked and bewildered as he spoke.
"Mom... Mom's crying."
Leonard held his head close, cradling his face against his neck, shielding his eyes from the sight.
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