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Seeing the sadness flicker across Helen’s face, Vincent’s chest tightened with guilt.
He hadn’t meant to sound like he was criticizing her. He just wasn’t used to this.
“I’m sorry, Helen…” he said gently when she served him the espresso.
When her eyes meet his, he continues, “You’re right, he needs to learn discipline from a young age. I’ll follow what you’ve taught him. I don’t want to confuse him… or make things harder for you.”
Helen’s lips formed the faintest smile, her shoulders relaxing with relief. For a moment, she’d feared Vincent would come crashing into her carefully built world and rearrange everything.
She had spent years raising Oliver with love, discipline, and consistency, her way. The thought of someone, even his father, undoing all that scared her more than she wanted to admit.
But Vincent’s willingness to step back and listen eased her. She gave a slight nod.
“Thank you, Vincent… Your words mean a lot to me.”
She didn’t question him further. Sometimes, it was better to let things be.
Just then, light footsteps pattered back into the kitchen.
Oliver came out, dressed in his clean clothes instead of pajamas, his little handsome face glowing with excitement.
“I’m ready, mommy, daddy…”
Vincent’s expression softened instantly. “Perfect timing, buddy. Sit down. Let’s eat,” he said while helping Oliver sit between him and Helen.
And so, their first breakfast together as a family began.
The breakfast feels warm, messy, imperfect, but real.
Oliver chattered happily, swinging his legs under the table as he told Vincent about his favorite cartoons, his activity in Martha’s house, and the cafe.
Vincent listened intently, his deep laughter filling the small apartment whenever Oliver’s imagination ran wild, talking about his favorite cartoon.
Helen was sitting in line with them both. But she found herself quieter than usual. She only heard the father and son talking.
Without her knowing, she was lost in her own thoughts. A mix of tenderness and unease twisted in her chest. This was what Oliver needed, what he had longed for without even knowing it.
She set aside her thoughts and concerns about her future with Alex.
Then, the image of the Beach Side Cafe filled her mind.
She hadn’t set foot there since the day Oliver got hurt, and guilt instantly weighed heavily on her chest. Aunt Martha must have been worried sick.
Every time Martha had asked to visit them in the hospital, she had refused. She couldn’t let her come.
However, now she can’t refuse her any longer. She knew it was only a matter of time before she had to reveal the truth.
Aunt Martha wasn’t just her business partner; she was like family. And once she discovered that Oliver’s father was none other than Vincent Moretti, the infamous man everyone knew… she would be shocked. She fears Aunty Martha will have a heart attack.
Besides, Aunty Martha deserved to hear it from her, face-to-face.
‘Yes! I will go to the cafe later this afternoon…’ Helen decides.
“Mommy… Mom?”
Helen shook off her troubled thoughts and tilted her head toward Oliver. His eyes were wide and twinkling with mischief.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
His lips curved into the brightest smile. “Daddy needs to go to work. Go walk him outside, Mom.”
She froze, blinking, her surprised gaze darting straight to Vincent.
‘Wait. What? Since when did my son become his father’s messenger?’
Confusion flashed openly across her face, but Vincent only smiled at her in that infuriatingly calm way.
Vincent’s deep eyes softened as he leaned a little closer. “Come outside for a while…” His voice was warm, almost coaxing, and it seeped under her skin before she could stop it.
And just like that, her heart swelled.
Before she could argue, Oliver spoke again, excitement bursting through his eyes. “Yes, Mommy, go walk with Daddy! Don’t worry about me, I’ll wait here!”
He left his chair and hurriedly walked toward the sofa, plopping down with a grin, as if giving them permission.
Helen was speechless. ‘Oh. My. Goodness.’ Not only had her son decided to play spokesperson for Vincent, but now he was acting like an adorable cupid.
An amused laugh threatened to burst from her lips.
‘Unbelievable. My son has become a double agent.’
For one ridiculous second, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
This was her life now, caught between the man who once turned her world upside down and the little boy who had just conspired against her.
Vincent, of course, looked entirely too pleased with himself. His smile lingered as if he could read every thought running through her mind, and that only flustered her more.
Helen stood from her chair, then gazed at Oliver, “You can watch your cartoon…”
Oliver giggled, already lost in his cartoons, leaving her smile.
Then she turned to Vincent, who was already waiting for her at the door.
Helen silently took a deep sigh. She could resist Vincent’s persistence. She had done it before. But, resisting the tag-team effort of both Vincent and her son? That was an entirely different battle.
She moved toward the door, following him.
Once the door behind them closed, Helen’s quietness vanished, replaced by a sharp frown.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Let’s walk outside,” Vincent said calmly.
Her eyes narrowed. “No, Vincent. Someone might take pictures of us.” She refused. This wasn’t his hospital, where he could restrict entry with a single command. This was her apartment building, which was primarily a public space with minimal security.
“Talk here.”
But, of course, he didn’t listen. He strode forward without hesitation, every step confident, unbothered.
By the time he reached the elevator, his words shocked her. “It’s fine. I already bought this entire place.”
“It’s fine. I already bought this entire place. I’m the lawful Landlord now.”
Helen froze.
For a split second, she thought she had misheard him.
Then panic surged through her veins. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked, chasing after him.
He paused just long enough to glance back at her, his expression still the same, icy calm.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
Her chest tightened as fury and disbelief mixed into one.
“Vincent! This is my life, not one of your business deals. Why the hell are you wasting money to buy this entire place?”
But his gaze softened, and his voice dropped to a low, almost intimate tone. “Exactly. And that’s why I’ll never let anyone touch your life. You are the one who asked me to keep you hidden from those people outside… Did you forget?”
Helen stopped just a few steps from him.
Her lashes fluttered, lips parting slightly, as if a dozen words lined up in her head, but then all betrayed her, vanishing before they reached her tongue.
For a beat, neither of them spoke.
They just stared.
Vincent’s sharp gaze locked onto hers, unyielding, and Helen, stubborn to the bone, refused to look away.
The air grew thick around them, a silent duel sparking in the hallway, right before the elevator.
Then,
“DING!”
The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open, breaking the tension in the most awkward way possible.
Still, neither Helen nor Vincent flinched. They kept staring at each other like a couple in a K-Drama when the episode ended.
Inside the elevator, Dylan stood frozen, briefcase in hand, eyes wide with sheer panic.
‘Damn it. Why the hell now of all times?’ Dylan cursed inwardly. His gaze darted between them, calculating his odds of survival. Slim to none.
The only thing louder than his pounding heart was his desperate prayer that the elevator doors would close and swallow him whole before anyone noticed.
